Sunday morning was not really noticeably different from my typical weekend mornings. I wake up long before my roommates a whole 3, 4 or somtimes 5 hours to be exact. I apparently do know what sleeping in on the weekends really means...6:30 AM...only 45 minutes later than my normal wake-up time...can that really be considered "sleeping in"? I am a morning person, so I waste no time in the mornings. And Sunday was no exception. As soon as my eyelids open and my eyes are greeted with the dim morning light as the sun slowly removes the mask of the horizon off its face, I am up out of bed. Houseshoes and robe on, I make my way to the living room, Gourmet magazine in hand. I place it on the coffee table as I proceed to the kitchen to make some good ol' imported Starbucks coffee. Once the pot has finished percolating, a final burst of steam billows from the top-my cue that it is time to fill my cup. I make myself comfortable on the couch cup of joe in one hand my magazine draped across my knees. Nothing more relaxing than enjoying several of the things that I enjoy all at once-drinking hot coffee, reading about cooking, baking, and foodies' dining experiences around the world, while analyzing recipes and thinking up how I can create my own rendition, sitting in utter silence, and gazing out the window to watch the herds of blesbok, springbok and zebra bolt across the still damp grass for no apparent reason and witness the lifting of the fog on the horizon. Do you sense the serenity? This seemingly ordinary Sunday suddenly presented me with an epiphany, if you will. Actually, a better description might be that I finally learned the lesson that God had been trying to teach me for quite some time now. You may now be wondering what makes that experience so out of the ordinary...God is teaching us stuff all the time and we should be learning all the time. And your right. But it was not the fact that I finally grasped hold of what He had been trying to teach me it was when (or where) I was that was so unusual...I had just hopped in the shower after an hour-long workout. Is that not the strangest place to have a classroom...well I thought it so strange and unusual that I felt it was blog worthy.
Monday, May 19, 2008
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