Some random thoughts as the weekend comes to a close:

1. The funkiness has gone away, and while I still remain unsure, I know God is faithful. That’s enough of an assurance to get through anything.

2. If you don’t get interested in a book right away, do you even bother trying to read the rest of it? I just picked up a book I’d bought about a month ago, read through a third of it last night and almost wondered why I’d bought it in the first place when I realized that I was bored with how the story was going so far. Then I picked up the same book earlier tonight and wondered if I should start reading from the beginning again because now it’s exciting and maybe I missed something.

3. I really hate it when I accidentally erase something that I’m about to post.

4. Trying to escape the familiar usually leads one to retreat back to it when the going gets rough. I suppose this is human nature, and I suppose that trying to escape the familiar is sort of like a convict making a break from the penitentiary and the guard towers are tracking him every bit of the way, but that doesn’t stop him from running. Why is it, then, that when we actually succeed at this, we find out that the unfamiliar is more familiar and precious than what we knew as “familiar” in the first place? (I dare you to repeat this over and over, fast. Yeah, I know, I can’t do it, either.)

5. When bloggers who say they’re members of the same (ideological/political/religious) camp lose readers because of a disagreement over one issue, I have to wonder which party involved in the dispute is making a bigger deal of the issue than it should.

Have a good Monday, everyone.