Slow week

My pattern must be off. :) Since vacation I've been staying up too late and not getting up on time. Since Monday I've seemed to have learned how to turn off my alarm clock and not even break my sleeping rythm. Once night this week I missed a golden opportunity, and my mind just feels cloudy all week. The worst part is that I've not been getting up to read. I try and only read three chapters a day, but I've just finished Matthew today. Last night we had a friend over. He has connections to get tickets for Washington Redskins tickets. Off hand I asked him if he could get tickets for the Panthers game in November. Well, for $250 I could get three tickets in the upper deck on about the 30 yard line. The seats are nice, and this may be comparable to what the going rate is, but I just don't think I can afford what will amount to at least a $350-$400 day. For a 3 hour game. That's just me... and I'm glad there are others out there who can and want to do that. But it's just me. I encourage you all to just take some time this week. Relaxe, get away from the din of life, and spend time with the Lord and your family. Before I forget... I've really been trying to get to know other men in my life. By this I mean - taking the time to get to know them, help them around the house and develop a friendship with them. I don't want to be a 70 year old man and not have any friends. But I am still in a season of life where things are going constantly. But as a means of fighting this the husband of one of my beloved's friends and I sort of formed a 'barnraising fellowship'. Nothing fancy, but the second Saturday of the month we try and get together and help one another around the house. If the Lord blesses it - I'd like to see it expand where we are maybe going out and helping a widow or single parent with things around their house too. Hmm... who knows. Updates: 'Yarns' Verse for today: John 12:1-8, esv Six days before the Passover, Jesus therefore came to Bethany, where Lazarus was, whom Jesus had raised from the dead. So they gave a dinner for him there. Martha served, and Lazarus was one of those reclining with him at the table. Mary therefore took a pound [1] of expensive ointment made from pure nard, and anointed the feet of Jesus and wiped his feet with her hair. The house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume. But Judas Iscariot, one of his disciples (he who was about to betray him), said, “Why was this ointment not sold for three hundred denarii [2] and given to the poor?” He said this, not because he cared about the poor, but because he was a thief, and having charge of the moneybag he used to help himself to what was put into it. Jesus said, “Leave her alone, so that she may keep it [3] for the day of my burial. The poor you always have with you, but you do not always have me.” This is probably not a real parallel of my journal for today, but this verse came to mind when I was thinking about what verse to put in today. These verses are so deep. One could juggle this around in one's hands for some time...