Queaziness

Mood: physically drained, emotionally encouraged
What I'm reading: The Heavenly Man by Yun and Hattaway

On Wed. night I babysat for 4 kids and did not get home until about midnight. Although I was feeling fine when I went to bed, the first instinct I had upon waking was to make a mad dash to the toilet and puke. This was followed by cranking up the heat and laying in bed shivering. That pretty much sums up the rest of that day.

Friday I regained my confidence by eating about 2 ounces of cereal. Later I had lunch with Martin and we shared a spicy pizza (so much for my illusions of self discipline, but who can say no to a spicy meal?). These were the grand accomplishments of my day.

Although I think this is the longest ''unproductive'' streak I have had since coming here, I'm actually feeling quite good. I recently read an account of John Donne, who, laying in his bed believing that death was imminent felt gratitude for the ability to have extended time in isolation with God. I find that I share this sentiment. Lately I have been contemplating what my life would look like if I took one day each week to simply be alone with God and my thoughts. Even the contemplation of such a commitment is unnerving for me, but in some ways I think that there might be no better way to increase both my ability to work effectively and my general sense of peace. Maybe God was on to something with that whole thing about a Sabbath.