View from the Good Vessel One More Chance

The day is winding down.  It started out well–I walked my 10.51 miles in 2:46, a little more slowly than last week but ramping up from 6 to 10+ miles in three weeks at that pace still seems respectable.  Did some housework, visited my daughter who is struggling again, now that school has started back.  So bittersweet, that first glimpse of her when I get to BARC, so hard to drive away at the end of a visit, such certainty when all is said and done, that no matter what, this is the best possible place for her to be. Tonight all the residents and staff are going to a dance somewhere.  Her eyes sparkled talking about DJ’s and Salsa and Merengue.  It has to be enough just getting the glimpses of a life that’s taking a course all her own.  This is no different than what any other teenager’s parents experience.

Then it was home to attend to work stuff that needed response.  And when that was done, a boat ride up the river. We saw egrets and herons, the flash of a fish leaping out of the water.  There was a majestic osprey perched on a bare tree, close to water’s edge, spellbinding in its stillness.

There’s some more work to do on my sermon and then, my weekend is over for all intents and purposes.  Tonight I would give a lot to be gathered with a community to sing evening prayer together. The Phos Hilaron suffices…

O gracious light,
pure brightness of the everliving Father in heaven,
O Jesus Christ, holy and blessed!

Now as we come to the setting of the sun,
and our eyes behold the vesper light,
we sing your praises, O God: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

You are worthy at all times to be praised by happy voices,
O Son of God, O Giver of Life,
and to be glorified through all the worlds.