Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
–Matthew 6:25-34 (NIV)
For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.
As you can see from my sticky post, I’m definitely making progress on NaNo this month. I’m not bounding ahead like I did when I tried it in 2006 but I also haven’t put in any long prayers or hymns… at least not yet.
The little bear is teething and teething hard at that. His canine teeth are coming in which makes it not too much fun for us or him. He also contracted a bug (probably from some moron touching his face before I could slap their hand away) which triggered asthma and bronchial crud. He landed in the ER last Sunday and we’ve been having to give him breathing treatments. He’s doing fine and doesn’t mind his “hookah time” at all.
Other than that, it’s been sleep/work/play with Daniel/sleep lately and squeezing in some NaNo writing time.
Because I really don’t have enough going on in my life (and those who know me will see the sarcasm in that), I’m participating in NaNoWriMo.Â Due to me spending my limited spare time writing a murder mystery in which I kill off the people who are currently getting on my nerves, posting will be light here at ::Meditatio::.