Oh, what a night! I awoke to cold, breezy winds gusting at about 15-20 mph this morning…it would only get worse-not a good day for displays for sure. I love the fire but it only warms part of you. Some people really love this cold weather and are still in short sleeves and even shorts. But…not me, you would think I’m at the North Pole with my gloves and toboggan. And of course the coffee is flowing.
Last night was another rough night sleep wise. Rain entered into the picture and I spent most of the evening reinforcing the shack as the winds kicked up and the wet weather passed through. I checked the felt paper on the roof, stuffed plastic into the cracks, insured plastic lined the bottom so my mattress would not soak up water and then crossed my fingers and hoped. The rain was sporadic and there were maybe three quick showers not lasting more than five minutes each time. I kept waiting for the rain drop that fortunately never came. Needless to say, I was grateful. However, I was hoping the threat of rain would make for a quieter night in Auburn. Not so much. Once again, the loud music blared and people walked the streets. All though the music died around 2:00 AM, the students did not fizzle out till about 3:30 AM. But it was Saturday and I slept in till 6:30 AM. I anticipate one more night of “sleeplessness” as we have the late game in Auburn tonight. Hopefully the crowd will be friendly!
There were several visits by old friends. It was great to catch up with folks like Griff Pemberton, Steven Dixon and more. As the evening approached, I was brought dinner by Carolyn Coker from Grace UMC.
No deep thoughts for today…just what does it mean when we make ourselves intentionally uncomfortable? Our society is inundated with comfort and safety. Maybe at the heart of this self serving nature, a.k.a idolatry, is the overall root of our issues. If we do not really understand how to serve Jesus, then we are hard pressed to serve our neighbor fully as well. This results in becoming more obsessed with how we feel about our own selves and makes it all but impossible to reach out, much less relate with someone else.
So, the next time you get frustrated about something, ask the question, what does this have to do with my “comfort”? Am I frustrated because my level of “comfort” is being affected? If so, maybe intentionally being uncomfortable will be a good dose of medicine at least for the soul.
Just some thoughts from the shack.
We are up to about $2600. Thanks so much!
lisa
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