One skein finished for the blue Lady Gansey.
I went back to choir. It was very nice and natural to be back singing. Diabetes class was fun in its own way, and educational, but also bit fraught. I feel like I belong in choir.
We’re singing “Order My Steps.” I love it. It’s a pleasure to sing, and very much what I need as a message right now.
Order my steps in Your word dear Lord
Lead me, guide me everyday
Send Your anointing, Father I pray
Order my steps in Your word
Please, order my steps in Your wordI want to walk worthy
My calling to fulfill
Please order my steps Lord
And I’ll do Your blessed will
The world is ever changing (but Jesus, You always remain the same)
But You are still the same
If You order my steps
I’ll praise Your name
Marcus Aurelius writes in Meditations,
“Just that you do the right thing. The rest doesn’t matter. Cold or warm. Tired or well-rested. Despised or honored. Dying…or busy with other assignments.”
Thomas Aquinus said it was God.
I remember a woman in Bible study talking about her divorce. “I didn’t want to be divorced,” she said, “but I decided that if I had to be divorced, I would ask God to make me the best divorced woman I could be.”
I don’t want to be diabetic, but I pray that God will make me the best diabetic I can be. I am sure that includes singing in the choir and caring for my grandchildren and making things and doing an excellent job in my work, not just obsessing over my blood sugar and watching myself for symptoms. Not feeling sorry for myself and thinking of my own comfort all the time.