It was on a sad note that I read in my messages this morning about Kara Tippett's death. I've been following Kara's blog this past year, sometimes not able to read it through for all the sadness it made me feel. I have learned so much from her, as painful as it was. I've included two links here that say it much more eloquently than I am able.
How To Recover the Lost Art of Dying Well
In the meantime, I've been reading C.S. Lewis's The Weight of Glory. An absolutely outstanding book that reinforces my admiration for the author and what he has to say about Christianity. My admiration, by the way, has nothing to do with The Chronicles of Narnia. I didn't care for those nor the Screwtape Letters. While those books may be epic and clever, I am more a fan of his non fiction.
Between reading the links above and C.S. Lewis, my head is swimming with thoughts and ponderings. It was difficult to concentrate at work this morning without going into daydream mode. When I got home, I went outside and began cleaning up the perennial beds. Now there is a good place to ponder and pray. : ) I am so thankful to have that time outside today.