when my sons were infants, one of my favorite places on earth was the blue, upholstered rocking recliner (now a favored place to play video games, but i digress.) i could lie back, my legs criss-cross-applesauce and rock while a little man slept on my chest. conformed. hank or jack, doesn't matter which son, he was part of me and it was peace. (for hank, this was the only time he wasn't crying, but again, i digress.) we read in romans yesterday, do not be conformed to the patterns of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. then you will be able to test and approve the will of god, his good, pleasing and perfect will. allegiance is my choice, but whatever i choose, the world or christ, we will become one. the world is here, now, tangible. the world is alluring with her riches and her beauty and her comforts, but conformity doesn't always bring the peace of a sleeping infant....
and for these i am thankful:
291. folding my husband's t-shirts
292. little league (our little county has sent a team of 11-12 year old girls to the world series. they play the philippines tomorrow. beat italy today.)
293. my girl, the one i mentor. we shopped for groceries together saturday.
294. school - kids, lessons, the whole bit
295. breakfast for supper
296. running in the rain
297. discussing scripture with godly men and women
michelle for hear it on sunday, use it on monday