I love the sun, but I fell victim to its strength sapping powers today. I cleaned a house in the morning, then bought some shopping on the way back. Under £25 for a week’s worth of food, some people call me Stu the Spendthrift. I was thinking of reading outside when I got home, but fell asleep for two hours instead. Then I actually had the energy to do Pilates. I normally take a sedate, relaxed approach, but today I was on a mission to finish as soon as possible.
Started listening to Relentless by Misty Edwards while having tea, instead of waiting until some theoretical and unobtainable moment of bliss. I was reading Psalm 24.
Who may ascend the mountain of the LORD?
Who may stand in his holy place?
The one who has clean hands and a pure heart, who does not trust in an idol.
I remember walking up Ben Nevis a year ago thinking, “I’m going to encounter God so much at the top!” But when I got there, he said, “What are you doing, I’m everywhere.” I was thinking how humanity often aspires towards things based on what they expect of reality; for example, Superman is god in man’s image. But when Jesus appeared, he didn’t behave like a hero, and offended everything his nation and the Earth was expecting God to look and act like.