This week is very different, and very good. When I get home and fed, I am very ready to sleep. and I do. It is a day long pouring out and pouring in. I get to teach, and I like to teach.
This line of thought now goes back to the mundane, mundane waiting, waiting, waiting, and how that is the real life. I think it is the only life that allows the buying of oil. When life is exciting, the circumstances are oily after a fashion. It is not holy oil, but things are shiny. Things are not dull. If we can keep things exciting we can avoid ever knowing that there is no reservoir of oil, only a light temporary sheen. It may provide a surface and enhance a surface, but there will never be enought to saturate a wick and support a flame.
I have the grace in Christ to live a quiet life of prayer and contemplation. Thank you, Father.
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