i don't want to sleep

My brother told me over the holidays that the number of people who write blogs is greater than the number of people who read them. Interesting, eh? It's probably because people are intrinsically selfish. Or it could be that reading is hard.

It's late, but I'm feeling like I don't have enough closure to go to sleep right now. I remember when I was a kid at home, I couldn't/wouldn't go to sleep until I was sure that I had said good night to everyone. I'm missing that bedtime closure. I miss my family, and my roommates are already asleep (plus it might be weird).

I had so much to do today, but very little got done. Well, a lot got done, but not until I spent a few hours doing nothing. I hate it when that happens. I went to Living Room*, though, and it was nice to hang out and talk about big topics.

Big question of the night: As the Israelites called God the "God of Abraham, Isaac and Israel" to show that He is the same yesterday and today and forever, what name would you give God to describe His nature?

I called Him "the God of my mom". My mom's turning sixty in a few days (She doesn't look it and would probably stop me from telling anyone.) and so she's been on my mind. 60! I'm one third her age. By the time I'm where she is, I'll have lived two more of my current lifetimes. My mother is a vibrant, beautiful woman, quick to laugh, and she's always had this resolute faith that has carried her over the years, which I've seen in church, when she prays, when her sisters come over. I'm blown away by knowing that she's had this incredible sixty-year journey. The God who hears me has heard her.

Donald Miller said that he knew what God sounded like and someday hoped he would see the lines of His face. I bet my mom has some idea.

This entry's for my mom. She'll never read it, and if she did, she might laugh at me, which is fine. But she deserves some sort of online kudos. Happy birthday!



*My church group.