"So," they say, "nobody's perfect!"
But the Vinedresser won't buy that.
Given the opportunity, He will trim the unproductive suckers and shape the branches so each one will bask in Sonlight.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

The Birth of B. J. Daily

I awoke this morning at 4:30, ostensibly to void my bladder. By the time I expectantly stood before the concave throne my mind became unruly. Rediculous thoughts, amusing in their absurdity, played like brats before my consciousness. Crawling back into bed, I began feeling distraught. But a thought came to me. From God. "The Word will wash them away." A new comfort displaced my disquiet, and I snuggled in, joyfully took my Bible and opened it to Psalm 76 where I had been reading days ago when I laid it down. That fact likely explains a lot. By the time I read both Psalm 76 and 77 I felt another need to void. This time, my soul. Just after having become cozy-warm I threw back the covers, swung my legs over the side, stood and grabbed my jeans and robe. Maddy's collar jingled when I opened my door, but she didn't come to investigate. Down the two-step hallway to my right and through the door lay my dormant computer. A flick of the lamp switch for light, and a finger on the tower's power button brought my Gateway grudgingly to life. First, came the registry checker, one of those diminutive digital details that expects to be executed before work can be done. Then for KeyNote, the tricky little text editor that lends itself perfectly to daily journals and such. Maximize the window and confusion ensues. I've never actually used the little application. Investigation needs to be accomplished before work can be done. By 5:20 nothing remains before me but a blank window, welcoming, and not intimidating. Then without a worldly care, I began recording my early-morning miracle. God is indeed faithful, providing my needs because of His boundless love, and forgiving the unfruitful ravings of an undisciplined mind.

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