Day Twenty-Two: Sheesh.

Okay- tally thus far: One wallet, lost then found... then lost again.  Not recovered yet.  This means I have no license, no cash, no debit or credit cards, and no way of getting any from my bank, since I can't prove who I am.  Sweet.

One rogue sippy cup, undetectable by two fully grown women who turned the house upside down to find it, was finally tracked down discretely and without pomp and circumstance by a 17 month old who excused himself into an apparently invisible room of the house and returned 30 seconds later with sippy cup in hand.

Two colds. They got a little ickier overnight.

Sheesh.

The beautiful part is I have peace.  There are no suspect charges to my bank account.  The colds can be treated with a warm fire and a snuggie.  The sippy cup is close at hand.   God is closer.

Peace.

I just finished reading a chapter of the book... and I still can't believe it's actually here, or that I actually wrote it.  It seems alien, like an alternate person in an alternate universe did it.  I'm just looking on as a spectator.  I even read sentences that I don't remember writing.  That's when it hit me:

I didn't.

I didn't write this book of my own accord.  I didn't do it using all my resources.  Sure, my pen moved and my brain was functioning and lending its ideas... but God was and is telling the story before and after it was set to paper.  I just happened to be the avenue.

So my word today is peace.  That's what I'm meditating on and breathing in.

- C

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