Blessings

Because I know people who read this blog don't want to be preached to, I generally "take it easy" when it comes to writing about God and my faith. Now, I don't know if I'm right or wrong to do so, but such is the case.

And, honestly, I don't know if it would be taken seriously when put up against an easily made free Tibet joke.

But I do know that it would be wrong--and, indeed, selfish--of me not to give God the credit for all of the good things that I have been given. Obviously, that is a general statement, so I want to glorify God specifically for what He has been doing for me here in London.

I will take it a step further and thank Him just for today. It is coming up to midnight on Sunday. This morning, I woke up feeling completely good. Yesterday, I went to a park and kicked around the rugby ball, after running with all of my gear for about 5 miles. I was at the park for a few hours, and was able to put in a good workout. I mention this because this morning I was successfully sore, if you'll allow the phrase. My whole body was feeling the workout--a good feeling.

Also, my arm was completely asleep. I couldn't move it for a minute or so. That may not seem like a good thing, and it isn't necessarily. But it was a really interesting experience nonetheless

After a bowl of my Sainsbury's Whole Grain fruit & fibre (I eat a bowl a day), I went out for a walk with my notebook. It was still drizzling after a bit of heavier rain, which is my favorite weather here because everything feels so British when it is slightly damp. I found a nice little place to sit and write in the entrance of a Catholic church (I should note it being a church was just a happenstance, no metaphor intended).

I sat and wrote out a few pages of something I have been working on that I might blog about tomorrow.

Feeling content to leave my work be, I walked home under the care of my black and tan umbrella. Back at my place, I was flooded with some important emails. For the purpose of time, I will not go into too much detail. I couldn't hope to do justice to the happiness I felt after an email from a brother, a dear old friend, and a future roommate with news of some progress in the search for housing for 2008-09. On and on came the good news.

And perhaps the only appropriate cap for such a day: table tennis.

All of this from a God who really is looking out for me, often by surrounding me with people who do the same. He's keeping me close and I can't help but express my praise of Him.