Today, we're resting. It somehow turned into a long week right at the end.
One of the scriptures I've been noodling this week was from Nehamiah (why is that name so unspellable?). Supposedly, the joy from the celebration was so loud it could be heard very far away. I remember in Austin, we could hear the stadium on game days. You knew when someone scored. It was an interesting thing for me. I had never been around a stadium like that before, but even with it's noise, I was never interested in going to a game.
I guess it's related to the question I've been having and it's what is the source of my joy. I know that it's God, but how do He and I live that out, how is it expressed in my life? What events, activities, things point to that? We aren't a very loud people, until we get angry. No one has ever accused me of my happy being too loud. But I think I might like to explore the possibility.