Friday, September 21, fasting day and the bread is stale. Chilly. Tomorrow, Autumn begins.
A quick prayer for the grace to fast.
Let’s go down to the Fircrest Market and get a fresh loaf. Still got 40 minutes before apparition time. Pull on trousers over the P J’s and we’re off.
My favorite loaf with lots of seeds hadn’t come in from the local bakery yet. I’ll take this one – second best.
The price – $2.79. My old sailboat number! Good sign.
On the way to the market I had passed a school bus loading children. I felt (projected on them) their early morning struggle to hurry up after staying up late watching TV.
As I returned home I passed a small boy, hooded head down, hurrying along, bent over under his backpack. More grumpy feelings.
Then I just happened to catch a quiet thought:
“Why not take each event which causes a grumpy reaction as an opportunity to exercise some of the weapons of my faith.”
Active combat as opposed to just toughing it out!
Sure seems like there would be Grace available for such efforts!
I’ll try it!
I haven’t patented it yet. You go for it!