So…back when it was quiet this morning, here’s a little snapshot of what I read. Good stuff.

Obviously, now it’s not so quiet. Someone is currently very mad about Lego creations falling apart. Another person is fed up with getting ready on Sunday morning. Three people are already at church. All small people are in their first round of church clothes (read: clothes that have not been puked on, spilled on, spit on, or pooped on…yet).  

Anyway, MUCH earlier this morning, here is what stood out to me:

“[The Lord] heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.

He determines the number of stars and calls them each by name.

Great is our Lord and mighty in power; His understanding has no limit.

The Lord sustains the humble but casts the wicked to the ground.”

-Psalm 147:3-6

So, we can gather that the people who “name a star after you” might be slaving away unnecessarily.

Just maybe.

And now for a fascinating C.S. Lewis quote:

“It is no doubt for my own good that I have been so generally prevented from leading…a life almost entirely selfish.

Selfish, not self-centered: for in such a life my mind would be directed toward a thousand things, not one of which is myself. The distinction is not unimportant. One of the happiest men and most pleasing companions I have ever known was intensely selfish. On the other hand I have known people capable of real sacrifice whose lives were nevertheless a misery to themselves and to others, because self-concern and self-pity filled all their thoughts. Either condition will destroy the soul in the end.

But till the end, give me the man who takes the best of everything (even at my expense) and then talks of other things, rather than the man who serves me and talks of himself, and whose very kindnesses are a continual reproach, a continual demand for pity, gratitude, and admiration.”

-C.S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy

Ouch.

And lastly, The Cloud of Witnessjust to round things out!

“We know the arduous strife, the eternal laws

To which the triumph of all good is given,

High sacrifice, and labour without pause,

Even to the death.”

-Wordsworth

Have a wonderful Sunday!