Shrieking Astonishment

My sweet T. His zest for life is inspiring, I wish I could say contagious. If only I could look at a bird, or a truck, or a kid on a bike and shriek in pure astonishment every single time. Life would be so fresh, so unwritten, so exciting.

Unfortunately, I live my life feeling somewhat complacent, almost bored because I know what comes next. Or do I? It feels like I do because our days involve so much routine. But, what if I didn't expect the same thing out of each day of routine? What if I obeyed God and risked a conversation with a stranger at the zoo, or helped an older woman at the weekly grocery trip.

Maybe God would be delighted in my efforts to find joy in the routine, excitement in the same-old-same-old. Maybe I would bring Him glory, and that, would bring me zest for life, contagious joy! Lord, help me to see each day as a gift from an awesome Creator who loves the life He breathed into me. Teach me to serve without restraint, to love without boundary and to forgive without thought. Amen.

My name is....and I'm a nail-biter

As long as I can remember, I've had a wicked habit.
I never realized how disgusting of a habit it was, until I watched someone else bite his nails.
And then I realized how gross it is to watch someone chew on their fingers.
I do it when I'm bored, or nervous, or anxious or extremely uncomfortable.
It's an awful habit; but a comforting one, at the same, disgusting time.
My name is Jamie, and I bite my nails.