There is a pile of green by my window that just keeps growing. I think they love the sunshine and warmth of late, I know I do. They've been stretching their tendrils up the window and across the sill. I should separate them, maybe being so close together isn't good for them, but I like the different shades and textures. And I like piles of green.

This week is prophetic presbytery at my church. I say to my friend on the way home last night that it's stirring my faith and it really is. Then she put her hand on me and prayed for me and I cried, sobs that should my shoulders. Then my faith really felt stirred. I love presbytery, I do, but what I love more is unity among people.

The other day another friend asked me what my plan is. I wonder if people who have real jobs and real families ever get asked that. I get asked all the time. Sometimes I make things up, sometimes I tell the truth, sometimes I say, I don't know but I think about..., most of the time I just say, "You know, I'm really excited to be a part of what God is doing here. My immediate plan is to continue fostering excitement."

Why are we a people so obsessed with A Plan? Life is just a vapor and then it's over. Plan on eternity instead, it's a better investment.

If I must make a plan, though, here's mine:

Figure out what's wrong with my car and find a boy who will take it to the mechanic: I have Cheat Me written on my various extremities.
Give more generously of my finances.
Go food shopping and buy spinach for sure.
Call ATT and pull the loyal customer for five years card: I have 3000 rollover minutes, I'm on the lowest plan possible and I still pay 70.00 a month. What?
Clean our apartment and do laundry.
Take my vitamins.
Be a better friend, not just better company.
Exercise gratefulness.
Stop getting into messes by accident and fumbling my way out of them.

That's it for today.

Oh, and try to climb out of a bad case of writer's block.