It is late on a Tuesday morning here on the earth, where I wait patiently on the Word of God and the power He gives me to attain to the measure of the stature of the fullness of Christ Jesus, in Whom I live, move, have my being, in Whom I have totally placed all my colorful misshapen broken marbles into one basket, one expectation, one hope, one faith: Christ alone and preeminent.
I went to the doctor in Shallotte this morning for an extension of my short-term disability, since I am not quite physically ready to return to the rigors of my job. They excused me from work until Thursday, when I will return to the doctor for a followup appointment.
Read this morning from Job, Psalms, and Colossians. After lunch I am going to try doing some yardwork because it is a beautiful day and because I need to see how these lungs are progressing. I feel like my breathing is getting better, but slowly.
And you who once were alienated and hostile in mind, doing evil deeds, he has now reconciled in his body of flesh by his death, in order to present you holy and blameless and above reproach before him, if indeed you continue in the faith, stable and steadfast, not shifting from the hope of the gospel that you heard, which has been proclaimed in all creation under heaven, and of which I, Paul, became a minister.