Outside my window… it’s peaceful. light breeze. cool season is trying to hang on, but hot season is reminding us that she reigns in the tropics.

I’m thinking… how strange childhood illnesses are. My son’s had a week of fevers, sometimes peaking at a scary 103.7, and of course worse at night. The doctor can’t give any definitive answers as to what caused the fever. And given that my daughter was rarely sick, and never more than 24 hours, it’s freaky to me that my son’s temperature is fluctuating for so many days. I feel like a first time Mum again. I’m floating down a part of the river I’ve never been down before, and I don’t like it.

I’m thankful for… Sean, who knows how to handle fevers. I’ll have to tell you about the time he got giardia dysentery in California, and taught me how to treat his fever, while he was delirious… but that’s another story. I’m also thankful for my Mum, who is only an email away, and as a nurse, knows what to do.

I’m reading… Is that Really You God? by Loren Cunningham.  It’s a great, easy read. If I had all the time in the world, I could finish it in one sitting. But I have kids, one of whom is currently pulling all the food out of my cupboards… okay, I rescued the food and I’m back. So, I’ve read 2 chapters in 2 weeks, which I consider pretty lame, considering they are only about 4 pages long. Each chapter has 2-3 principles of hearing God’s voice woven into the story.  One point that stands out to me, as I think through the ways God has led me over the years, is this: Don’t look for guidance to come through someone else. So often I see people looking to a prophet or a prophetic word from a pastor or guest speaker for guidance. If God has something important to say, He’ll tell you directly. He may confirm it through another, but guidance must come from Him. And all things must be tested in Prayer and against the word of God.

I’m hearing… music from Sean’s computer.

One of my favourite things… kicking back with good food and good friends. We spent Sean’s birthday (2/12) and then Valentines Day with good friends. Don’t do that often enough.

Plans for the weekend… survive.

A photo thought… I have this strange feeling I’m being watched…