Remember to FROG

Chuck ordered this sweet reminder to Fully Rely On God. When it gets dark, a sensor lights up the lily pad so it does its reminding even in the night when we're up and prowling around. You know, the night is when we most need to remember to FROG.

Yesterday my main occupations were sleeping and swallowing. (In the words of humorist Brian Regan, it seemed like "everything on the inside wanted to be on the outside.") This morning it seems that particular kemo effect has passed; it is not lamented!

Monday's mail brought a book I'd ordered: Christ Plays in Ten Thousand Places, by Eugene Peterson. The title comes from a sonnet by Gerard Manley Hopkins, which ends:
For Christ plays in ten thousand places,
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his
To the Father through the features of men's faces.

Peterson describes what it means to understand life: "The vigor and spontaneity, the God-revealing Christ getting us and everything around us in on it, the playful freedom and exuberance, the total rendering of our lives as play, as worship before God. . . . I do hope to get you in on a little more of it, we who are the limbs and eyes and faces in and through whom Christ plays." The book felt too heavy to hold yesterday, even if I'd been awake enough to read, but I hope to spend some wide-awake resting time today getting into the book.

I hope your life today will be one of vigor and spontaneity, playful freedom and exuberance, totally rendered as play, as worship before God.

Blessings,
Carol