DonaldS

I've continued to rise early and begin the day with prayer/study this week. I don't regret a minute of it. Come sunrise, I am much more ready to get on with the day.

I haven't remained on a plateau of blessed light and joy, however. This morning,, my experience was the opposite. I came to a realization of what Mark Houston called "hollow bones." In the grand scheme of things, I'm really no more than dust and no more significant than a cockroach (I know, the significance of human life and all... I'm just saying...)

My realization, in a nutshell, is that I'm really not that big of a deal. Hollow bones may be a good launching pad for an alcoholic--a more realistic opinion of self. Turning my life and my will over is considerably easier when there's not that much to it. It's like being robbed. If you only have a quarter, who cares? If you are loaded with cash, it's a bit more difficult to give it up...