Good.

It's Good Friday.

I love this poem, posted on Carolyn's blog:

Lord,
I have so few ways to pray,
but you have so many ways to answer.
Keep me alert
to your unpredictable answers,
to your unexplainable surprises,
and by your grace,
make me one of those surprises,
for the sake of the One
who taught us the surprises
of moving mountains,
healing touches,
wondrous stories,
great banquets,
first suppers,
broken bread,
crosses,
and resurrections.


by Ted Loder




Know what I love most about this?
The part about unpredictable answers and unexplainable surprises.

So very cool.

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As has been stated many many times, for me, a good day is any day that I am not awoken by an alarm clock. And today was going to be that day.
I was going to sleep until I woke up.

Those roofers?
Had one strip of roof left to do.
And apparently they work on Good Friday.
Where was that last strip of roof?

See the brown man? He's standing 6 inches away from my bedroom window.
He and his partner were banging down and nailing in plywood sheets at 7:30 this morning.

I picked up my blanket and pillows and went and slept in one of the bedrooms on the back side of the house.
And woke up at 11:30 am.
What am I? A teenaged boy?

I enjoyed the afternoon performance of Northview's Easter Production, although, if I'm entirely truthful, I would have preferred to have sung Easter songs and heard an Easter sermon. However it wasn't an entire write-off - I had a son, my niece and my sis and bro-in-law sitting beside me.

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And then, this evening?
I had supper with these young men:

And now?
I think I just might watch Footloose.
Or maybe Gladiator.
You can't really go wrong with either of them.

Three things I'm thankful for:
1. Sunny skies. Warm breeze. Clean hair.
2. Safe, fresh, cold drinking water only 6 steps away.
3. A couple rented DVD's, a fridge filled with nummy foods and another sleep-in day.

Shalom,