Wouldn't it be great if you could bank sleep? If I could store up all these diligent afternoon naps of mine for the week before I go into labour and two weeks or so afterward, I'd be a lot better off than I was last time around. It's always fun going into 18 hours of labour on 2 hours of sleep and then not getting any sleep for 72 hours afterward. Ha ha, she laughed hysterically.
Today's reading: Ephesians 3:20-21. That may seem awfully short, but I re-read the rest of Chapter 3 to get the context first. I'm trying to teach myself to meditate -- no, not in the sense of sitting there with crossed legs going "om", but in the sense of reading slowly and really thinking about, mulling over, every word I read so that it stays with me for the rest of the day. You see, I'm an invereterate speed-reader -- always have been. Which makes me great for consuming humongous amounts of fiction, but lousy at appreciating poetry, getting a firm grip on a sustained argument, or reading the Bible. Well, you can speed-read the Bible, but you sure don't get much out of it.
I used to take incredibly detailed notes on every passage I read. I'd sit there with my Online Bible cued up and look up words in the Hebrew and Greek lexicons, analyse the grammar, check for cross-references, etc., scribbling down observations all the while. It was good discipline at first, but it got awfully academic and dry after a while. So I'm trying this new approach, in the hopes that what I read will somehow get past my over-analytical head and challenge my all-too-complacent heart.
"To Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think..." That's quite a set of superlatives there. Exceedingly, abundantly, above. I suspect Paul was trying to make a point. Don't ask me why, it's just a crazy notion I've got. (Insert smiley here.)