Why I Write These:
These are written in honor of my grandfather, Leon Milton Buttermore, who has a memory that I am envious of, and I hope that by doing this I am able to be the kind of man who starts to treasure the things given him.
Godly thought of the day:
2 Peter 3:9 says: “The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. Instead he is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance.”
I wrote a blog post on this and need to go to bed, but safe to say this was very convicting and landed like the gut punch the Holy Spirit wanted it to be. The more regularly I read my Bible, the more regularly he lands his blows, and I find that very comforting.
Favorite meeting of the day:
Got together with Andrew Goode to help set up my support for them. I’m giving a more aggressive amount than I originally would have thought I would, but I also think it seems right and I have the means to do so. So I’m seeing how the Lord might use this. Plus we talked about Jesus while watching basketball. It doesn’t get better than that!
Hardest part of my day:
Just not getting to connect with my normal people during the day. Monday is normally a day I invest in a lot of people with a few people meeting me at a coffee shop in the afternoon. But today neither of them showed up, and I always miss opportunities to do that. Really made my afternoon feel slow.
Favorite moment of the day:
Crawling through the doggy door to get into the Goode’s house. Hey, they weren’t home yet and we needed to get the game going! Now, it turns out that I couldn’t do it because their remote is on their phone. But still, how often do you crawl through a doggy door?
What was the weather like today?:
It was very warm. The coffee shop I work in on Mondays is always a bit cold, so it was actually nice to walk out into the balmy weather after that.
Most unfaithful moment of my day:
Sometimes I’m never sure how forcefully to try to insert Christ into a conversation. I had a few moments where I did a really good job serving non-Christians I ran into. But I didn’t get to proclaim Christ to them. Is that a missed opportunity? Or was all I meant to get to do a random act of love in a manner that strikes someone to thought? Should I be more forthright? Or was I faithful? A bit of both? I’m not sure, but to put Christ into either of those situations would have felt like throwing a brick through a glass house. I’m not sure I want to do that, but perhaps people need bricks crashing into their lives to realize they’re desperate for Christ? It’s a tough call to know. I need to contemplate it.
What am I currently reading?:
Daily Bible Reading – 1 Chronicles 23-25
Church History by Eusebius – No reading for this today.
Addictions: A Banquet in the Grave by Ed Welch – No reading for this today.
No Place for Truth: Or Whatever Happened to Evangelical Theology? by David F. Wells – No reading for this tonight.
On the Bondage of the Will by Martin Luther – No reading for this today.
Holiness by J.C. Ryle – No reading for this today.
What was for dinner?:
Rebecca Goode made me a sandwich when I got to their house. Then I ate some candy and had a few small candies. I earned it after running at ultimate, right? Right?
Song of the day:
There Goes Sundown by Wayne Watson – A fitting end to the day where I realize God isn’t slow. His wisdom is different than mine. His ways are not my ways. His thoughts are not my thoughts. I am reminded that something bigger than me is going on.
Quote of the day:
Nothing sticks out today.
Prayer of the day:
God, thank you for being slow. Thank you for being patient with me. Work with me one more day tomorrow, Lord. And do that every day until you are done with me and I have helped contribute to the long painting that is beautifully being cast over this world that is an easel upon which your masterpiece is being painted. Help me not to get discouraged when I don’t get what I want. Lord, instead, help me to remember that you have dealt with me bountifully. I love you, Lord. I don’t say that enough. But I do. You saved me. I have no words that can adequately convey what you deserve for saving an enemy like myself to bring me to your cause and call me a “son.”