I’ve read 120 papers written by my grade nine students…not a bad day, but I’m only at the half way point with these two assignments. The smell of Sunday’s roast beef still fills the house and I sip on my sleepy-time tea. It somehow feels cozy, but I look around and feel as though there is chaos everywhere as a result of the intense day at the kitchen table. At times it’s hard to figure out a balance.
This morning I was responsible for the first reading at church and I have to say, I’ve been clinging to the words all day.
Wisdom 7: 7-11
I prayed, and understanding was given me; I called on God, and the spirit of wisdom came to me.
I preferred her to sceptres and thrones,
and I accounted wealth as nothing in comparison with her.
Neither did I liken to her any priceless gem,
because all gold is but a little sand in her sight,
and silver will be accounted as clay before her.
I loved her more than health and beauty,
and I chose to have her rather than light,
because her radiance never ceases.
All good things came to me along with her,
and in her hands uncounted wealth.
Wisdom…asking questions…searching…looking…being aware…loving…giving…discovering…being full to the brim, always and forever.
Now, with a late-night call from my son, I’m off to the train station to pick up my boy…sigh…