Sleepovers, roosters, bread, and a story from Elijah

Good morning!

Right now, I'm looking at a sleepy toddler who finally settled down around 10pm on the huge air mattress in my living room. She is grumbling about the rooster next door: "He keeps cockadoodling. I want to sleep." 

Since I have zero pull with the rooster, I guess she'll just have to try to ignore it. G is still sleeping, too, which is odd for him. I hope all is well in Boston, too; I spoke with Meg and they are still ruling things out, but she seems a little more hopeful that it's not an emergent thing. I'll check in with her later on. 

And I am the reader at church this morning, which is why I'm up and trying to get my brain focused. I am hoping for a relatively quiet day, but we'll see how that goes. I need to bake bread, and since it's a lot cooler today, that should be fine. And Holly and I will make some banana bread, too, since it's one of her favorites (and I have a flotilla of bananas in my freezer). 

The world ticks on as it will, with me or without me, and today, that is just fine. The OT reading at church is one that I like a lot: Elijah has had enough-- he's weary and is wishing for his life to be done-- and he just cannot go on one more minute. God insists he wake up and eat and drink; he does, but goes back to sleep. God wakes him up, tells him to finish the bread and water, because the journey ahead is a long one. Elijah does what he is required to do, and accepts that his job is not yet over, but he's been fed and sustained by God. 

I feel that. Sometimes we need both a little more rest than we've gotten, and a whole lot of both physical and spiritual sustenance. I hope we all get a good measure of that today and every day. The journey is long, and there is a lot more to do.

C