Moving on...

So it turns out tomorrow did turn out to be another day, and a pretty nice looking one at that. I have already tackled most of the enormous stack of dishes, and plan to give the dog a bath and finish up some little things before we head over to Rockford. I rounded out my mini-depression last night by watching part of the Barbara Mandrell story on the Womens' Entertainment network (yeah, pretty bad), but also, by finishing one of the best books I've ever read, Don Miller's "Searching for God Knows What." He ends the book with an explanation of how "Romeo & Juliet" is a picture of God's love for us. He references Baz Lurhmann's movie version because it shows so many religious icons and symbols in every scene, especially the last one where it looks more like a wedding than a suicide: it's a picture of how we are united with Christ through our death, not just to sin, but also our physical death and our togetherness in heaven. Miller gives me an even great appreciate for Shakespeare and his amazing layering of both crass cultural slang with depths of theological value. But more than that, as I lay there reading, fighting back tears of lonliness, loss, fear, laziness....I realized that I often feel God's love for me through my house and husband. In fact, sometimes they can obscure my view of Jesus because I allow myself to focus so much on the gifts, not the Giver. Last night, with Robb away and my sweet little house stripped bare, I sensed His presence and I went to sleep feeling loved, not just knowing it in my head.