glorycloud's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- there is no better way of grasping human imperfection than by see it in the light of God's face It is 11:21 AM late Monday morning here in West Michigan. It is a cold gray ugly day. At least it is not snowing. I dread the coming of snow. I am not a big fan of the Winter season. I prefer warm blue sky sunny days. But we have no control of the weather, so we must learn acceptance. I got up this morning around 6:15 AM. I got up because I was tired of being inside my head. I think I lay all night lost in my head with my eyes closed. Do I really fall into a state of sleep at night? I do not know. All I know is if I sit still during the day I immediately fall asleep. Maybe if I took long walks I would feel more alive. So I got up to find my wife in her usual place in the living room. Carol got a call last night from a fellow she knows from church, he is 90 years old and is a widower. He lost his wife five years ago and lives alone. I wonder if we will live into our 90's? Will I wake up someday to find my wife gone to heaven? I spent the morning doing what I do every morning, writing in my paper diary and reading my books. This morning I have been reading from these two books- 'The First One Hundred Years of Christianity: An Introduction To Its History, Literature, And Development' by Udo Schnelle 'The Eastern Orthodox Church: A New History' by John Anthony McGuckin So has by the morning hours, we will soon be in the Noontime hours. There is no way out. I suppose I will close to drift. I am not leaving the house till the COVID-19 plague is gone. So no visiting thrift stores till the Red Death is passed. 11:48 a.m. - 2020-11-30 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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