Reading, and a brotherly farewell
After quite a long day, it's time to say goodnight. Emma has actually managed to fall asleep; though that is sure to change, and soon. Skye sits alongside me reading a book I picked up for her at Sam's Club while on a random errand. She's on page 316 now. She reads more than I do, I think. Or at least, she has the ability to read things that I couldn't sit through for more than 5 paragraphs. Take Ivanhoe for example, a book that is easily in my Top 5 Worst Novels of All-Time is one that she finds excellent. Bah.
We're currently reading In His Steps together, the novel that began the "What Would Jesus Do?" saying before it was a bracelet or bumper-sticker or any such thing. I find it to be a good, which is saying a lot considering it's fiction--for some reason I've found myself struggling as of late to really enjoy fiction. Maybe I find myself so overwhelmed by how much there is to learn in the world today that I have lost my patience with classic fictional literature--at least for the time being. I could go for some Dostoevsky, however. As if I have time for that!
A deep friend of mine and brother in the Lord, George, is leaving Florida for medical school soon; he'll be attending American University of the Caribbean on the small island of Saint Maarten, a U.S. Virgin Island. Although we've been separated by over 1300 miles (Chicago to Florida) on a regular basis for the past four years, I feel a great part of me will be gouged out and missing when he's no longer an affordable phone call away. It gives me a much deeper appreciation for the Love of Christian fellowship as Paul expressed it in First Thessalonians 3:9-11: Night and day praying exceedingly that we might see your face . . . . I'll miss you, buddy.