I have too much time to think. Today, I’m wrestling with this idea of vocation. I wonder, is it possible for me to just move to Africa and figure it out from there? A new opportunity was presented to me today, an apprenticeship dealing with micro enterprise. I’m challenged to evaluate (and reevaluate, and evaluate again) my draw towards the Peace Corps. I’m worn down with waiting, I want a project to work on, and I miss my heart beating faster when I think about the important things that are happening in the world. I’m reminded of my mother’s consistent admonishment in Sunday School lessons: “Are you being a part of the problem, or a part of the solution?” What was meant as a moral guidepost has now become a cornerstone for my life and decisions. The relative self absorption that’s seeping into this blog frightens me, and makes me wonder if I’m being a part of the problem these days.

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In other news: BABY SAWYER HAS ARRIVED! I’ve yet to have a snuggle with the “Mini Cooper,” but I’m looking forward to it.


Lullaby

by John Fuller

Sleep little baby, clean as a nut,

Your fingers uncurl and your eyes are shut.

Your life was ours, which is with you.

Go on your journey. We go too.


The bat is flying round the house

Like an umbrella turned into a mouse.

The moon is astonished and so are the sheep:

Their bells have come to send you to sleep.


Oh be our rest, our hopeful start.

Turn your head to my beating heart.

Sleep little baby, clean as a nut,

Your fingers uncurl and your eyes are shut.

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