The Right Stuff

I bought another planner today.

And by 'another', I don't mean my other one ran out and I had to get a new one; I mean there is still a month until school starts and I've bought three planners trying to find the perfect one. One had sweet "word of the day" features and quotes from books, but no monthly spreads. The second had the layout, but was perfect bound. The newest one is just right: fun colors, monthly spreads, spiral bound, even little tabs so you know what month you're looking at. It's exactly what I wanted.

But for some unknown reason I kept buying ones I wasn't even sure I wanted. I settled. I decided it was good enough, even though it didn't meet all my requirements.

What Do I Know of Holy?

I got up this morning determined to find God again. I had breakfast, sent some e-mails, put in a load of laundry, took care of everything that needed taken care of. When all of that was done I went to my room, lit a candle, and piled up pillows on my bed. On my computer I found my Starfield albums and set them to play all. Skimming my bookshelf I grabbed the books I would need - Rob Bell's Velvet Elvis, Anne Lamott's Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith, and Brennen Manning's The Ragamuffin Gospel. Add to that my Bible and a notebook, and I had everything I needed.