Work in Progress: Quiet Time

A Lump of Clay's Reflections on the Potter
"Freely you have received; freely give." Matthew 10:8

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Quiet Time

I got it bad.

I don't know from whom - all three Sola kids, Ate Juwip, and even CC have all recently succumbed to a bad cough - but I'm sick (yes, again - there goes the superwoman persona out the window). Woke up this morning with a scratchy throat that progressively developed into a "frog" and eventually became full-blown laryngitis so bad that I had to cut my second class short. It probably serves me right for not taking care of myself better: was very tired even on the late drive up and should have rested immediately, but instead stayed up until past 5 a.m. reading class notes and fooling around on the guitar (BC does that - no matter how exhausted I am from traveling, when I get here I always gain my second wind). And then woke up at 7:45 (a little tug-of-war of flesh and spirit there) to get ready for class, and then talked on the development of the obscenity rule until I began to sound like a high-pitched Louie Armstrong.

The cold and rain that beset BC today made matters worse, and now it hurts even just to clear my throat, much less speak (but who to talk to anyway except my posse of neighborhood "puppies"). And I was so looking forward to an evening of stargazing from the balcony tonight (the sky was so clear early this morning when I arrived that you could see millions and millions of stars). Now it's just freezing rain and my hungry "monstahs" outside. Phooey.

And so I am officially mute. My BC time is the only real opportunity to worship and sing songs to God in solitude, and I haven't even been spending much quality time in BC lately, so this situation presents a challenge. I can play songs to Him, and my heart still lifts silent praises as my mind "sings" the lyrics, but it's an unusual (not to mention comical - good thing only He and I know how I look while I'm doing this) endeavor. I guess then this is an opportunity for my usual garrulous self to quiet down (albeit "forcibly"? hehe) and, perhaps, listen for once. And let Him do the talking. Roger wilco. Check check. Over and out. Amen.