Not only is it getting cooler; some October mornings get downright chilly. I'd forgotten what that felt like. When Peter came out the other day, his white marking around the neck looked like a warm muffler--at least he looked ready for the onset of cold!
On the way home this morning, God seemed to tell me to drop by the convenience store and pick up a journal (Same store as Jan. 4 post). I wanted to argue I didn't need it yet...but I know I've always been sorry before when I didn't listen to His prodding, and glad when I did so I turned and went.
I picked up my notebook, and nothing exceptional happened; but as I turned home, I felt strangely happy. Sometimes, we don't have to have results as flashy as the Kawasemi. Even our mundane obedience is to God just as sweet as the bird's song--have you heard it, by the way? I've learned to recognize it, and it is pretty, I think.
