missin' you

Today a coworker and I were sharing pet stories and cat pictures, and I was (of course) telling Obie stories and laughing to myself. That cat and his shenanigans.

 

I was then flipping through photos on my phone, looking for one of Cosette to email to my coworker, and I randomly came across one of Obie. And all of a sudden I wanted to cry. It's a fairly recent picture, taken spontaneously one evening when I was sitting at the kitchen table and Obie was sprawled on the floor per usual. I took it only so I could text it to my friend Sherry (I had just been talking about him to her that day, telling her how shamelessly he liked to lie around the house, exposing his goods for all the world to see), and it has been sitting in my picture file on my phone ever since.

 

Sigh. Man, I miss that cat.

reflections on joy, part 3

Lately, everything I read or hear about joy has been pointing back to the gospel of Jesus--the good news that he stood in our place and was killed so that we could be freed from God's judgment and enjoy eternity with him. Here are a couple of quotes I've been digging lately:

 

"So, have we nothing to do to obtain this righteousness? No, nothing at all! For this righteousness comes by doing nothing, hearing nothing, knowing nothing, but rather in knowing and believing this only--that Christ has gone to the right hand of the Father, not to become our judge, but to become for us our wisdom, our righteousness, our holiness, our salvation!" 

 

-from the preface to Martin Luther's Lectures on Galatians

 

"The redeeming love of Jesus gives rise to one grand and joyful passion." - Mark Bair