It is 9:58 AM in the flow of my existence. How do you define being alive? What exactly is existence? How many people in the world ever struggle with the kind of questions I ask myself?
I got up this morning around 6:13 AM with my wife Carol Keen. Carol made a pot of coffee and I got myself a cup of hot coffee and sat in our living room seeking to wake up to another day of my life. We do not know how many days we have left to live. Carol made a pot of oatmeal for breakfast. We also had toast with butter and grape jelly. The Lord provides for His elect people.
Carol took Rudy for a walk before we went to a grocery store. Now we are home from a grocery store. I came down in the basement to write in my four blogs and try to make the most of my life. I hate to waste my life just existing.
Last night we watched television and went to bed around 11:10 PM. Carol went to sleep on me so there was no music.
It is a cold gray day today, no sunshine like yesterday. Carol mentioned to me this morning raking the back yard of leaves. I rather do nothing. I am not into yard work. I did rake the other day our front yard of leaves. Soon instead of dead leaves covering our lawn it will be ice and snow.
Last night I mainly read “Samuel Johnson” a biography by W. Jackson Bate and “Heaven and Earth in the Gospel of Matthew” by Jonathan T. Pennington.
I have not read my Bible today. I should read some more of the Gospel of Matthew before the world comes to an end. I am going into chapter 17 of the Gospel of Matthew THE TRANSFIGURATION “After six days Jesus took with him Peter, James and John the brother of James, and led them up a high mountain by themselves. There he was transfigured before them. His face shone like the sun, and his clothes became as white as the light. Just then there appeared before them Moses and Elijah, talking with Jesus.” Matt. 17:1-3.
It is now 10:12 AM Wednesday morning. I do not know what else to report so I will close to feel wasted.
“We did not follow cleverly invented stories when we told you about the power and coming of our Lord Jesus Christ, we we were eyewitnesses of his majesty. For he received honor and glory from God the Father when the voice came to him from the Majestic Glory, saying, “This is my Son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased.” We ourselves heard this voice that came from heaven when we were with him on the sacred mountain.” 2 Peter 1:16-18
music: Jason Lytle “Yours Truly The Commuter”
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