I love rediscovering this blog from time to time. I decided that I really do like it pink. Never thought I would be a pink blogger, but perhaps my daughter has finally worn off on me enough. I have such a different sense on here, more like a true journal.

Colossians is the book I am reading from the Bible. Packed with the gospel, it's hard to know whether to ponder one verse for weeks, or just read the entire book each day. I have done both over the past three weeks. Feed me more of the gospel! I need to hear it, I need to remember it and to live by its power and freedom and grace and sufficiency.

God has used JM to stir my heart with regard to serving. Just to neaten things up, he ended that internship from the previous posts last September, and things on that front have been very quiet. Which is how God has it, and therefore, best. Over the last weekend, we took a little vacation from the kids (well, two of them) and he (JM) served me all weekend long by cooking and cleaning up after meals at the lakehouse. It was so humbling. That was how he wanted to spend his vacation. What a gift from God, and such a challenge to my heart. Am I that kind of servant? Not really. At least, not with a joyful contentment that I saw in him.

Totally separate, I have been thinking about something he (JM) said to me recently about joy. True joy is evidenced as true by the onset of trials. In other words, if you can sing praises to God while being burned at the stake, that is true joy.