Writ & Whimsy

It is with the sense that I am doing something slightly illicit that I have begun the exercise of praying the daily office via the book of common prayer. The book is beautiful and that is one of the reasons it appeals to me. It stands in contrast with my upbringing in the slightly austere Church of Christ, which rejects all creeds on principle. My grandparents may be turning in their graves, but I would assure them, were it possible, that I am not in fact adding to the word of God.

I am increasingly struck as of late how quickly my children are growing up and how precious my time with them is. This of course prompted me, as it would anyone with a soul and conscience, to call my mother. I called her in the car on the way back from the grocery store in order to avoid, as I expressed to her, the children “descending like locusts”. It doesn’t matter where in the house I am, If I am talking on the phone (or eating something) their precious little ears hone in on it immediately and the hope of having a coherent conversation vanishes into the ether.

I think my favorite thing about blogging so far is getting to use all the quirky old phrases I love but wouldn’t be able to work into the conversation in real life and getting to pretend that I’m cool like Anne Kennedy and copy her writing style, although I don’t think I will ever be as good as she is at wrapping up my musings in pithy beautiful theological truths. However, one can aspire.

This is a beautiful bagpipe song.

Have a nice day!