{Monday, March 1, 3:51 p.m.}

today i am resting. the morning began with sitting on a white-painted bench by the flagpole and reading from Numbers and Mark as the sun rose high and warm overhead. brunch was good: bran flakes, eggs, orange juice, innumerable green grapes, cold and crisp and stretched tight with flavour. joy comes in the very reality of life such as this worn beige towel draped over my arm as i scurry through the kitchen drying dishes and putting them away, and, paradox of paradoxes, it is possible – indeed highly gratifying – to scurry while remaining at rest.

the whole afternoon, then, free to sit on my purple towel on the grass and feel the sun dot freckles on my face as i finished some assignments and watched the glittering water. to walk up here and wait for beth to trim my hair while watching the happy baby fir trees lift their arms to the light and listening to my friend seyoung hum “it is well with my soul” under her breath.  to smile at everyone and everything knowing that He has given double honour, that instead of my confusion i shall rejoice in my portion, that everlasting joy shall be mine, because HE has chosen to rebuild, restore, remake me. today i am resting.