Why has it been sitting in Lexington, KY for the last three days? Why is it even in Kentucky coming in from Shanghai via Japan through Alaska?

And I was looking forward to configuring it as a way to keep myself occupied this weekend.

to go on an adventure.

I am glad.

I haven’t blogged in awhile. I don’t know. I don’t think what’s in me can be put down so easily in a string of clear, definite words. (I’m not even sure that they exist as coherent thoughts to begin with.) Maybe that’s why I don’t bother. Oh, sure, there’s the random odd thought here and there, but I haven’t managed to work up enough motivation to develop those thoughts into something substantial that would actually pass as a blog entry.

It seems as if things tend to come in a packaged deal at the same time. Oh joy.

“Indeed in the path of Your judgments, O Jehovah, we have waited for You. Your name, that is, Your memorial, Is the desire of our soul” (Isa. 26:8).

 
Lord, what are You looking to gain in me?

“Fresh as the dew of the morning,
Bringing a sweet rest unheard,
Christ, in the gentle anointing,
Whispers His comforting word:
Stand till the trial is over,
Stand till the tempest is gone,
Stand for the glory of Jesus,
Stand till the kingdom is won.”

“Lord of all hope, O how
sweet is Thy voice,
Making my heart in Thy
presence rejoice.”

We’re in the process of combining some of our life-insurance policies, so I had to participate in a relatively simple physical today. Part of it involved drawing blood samples so that they can run some diagnostic tests back in the lab. I think when I was younger, I would look away and clench my eyes together hard when I knew I was about to be poked with a needle. But over time, I somehow developed the habit of staring the needle down instead…like “I dare you to poke me.” To be honest, it also makes me feel a little bit more macho.

Actually, keeping my eyes open is a lot more interesting. It’s somewhat fascinating to watch as the piece of metal pierces the skin, and then begin to see, after a few seconds of delay, the deep redness of my life gushing out into a test tube. It’s surreal. And, it’s a good thing my veins are pretty prominent; makes it easier for the needle to find its mark without any of that unnecessary prodding and poking around.

As a byproduct of the physical, I also discovered my measurements: 39.5″ – 33″ – 40.5″.