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Pool day. with Jesus.

I work and rest in a binge/purge fashion.
Today was more of a rest day. I got some work done around my apartment this morning, dealt with a few work emails, and spent a good amount of time this morning up at the pool with my bible. It was pretty sweet.
I read through part of Revelation, which we are going through in our church. And part of Hebrews, which we will be covering this year in the Lael conference.
And I listened to a few sermons on Colossians. In one of the sermons, the pastor challenged us to examine our lives to see what stirs our affections toward Jesus, and what kills our affections toward Jesus.
Interesting to think through...
Normally, as a faithful workaholic, a pool day is not acceptable. But today, it was so nice to just spend the day with God, laying by the pool (with lots of sunblock mom!) and just enjoy His creation. For the most part I was alone at the pool and I would jump into the pool every half an hour or so. But I didn't jump elegantly, or cautiously, as I normally do, aware of everyone else. Being alone at the pool today felt something like being 6 years old at the pool with my dad. I jumped carefreely into the pool, climbed out and jumped back in. I stood at the edge of the pool and swung my arms wide as I jumped. I giggled.
It was a pretty sweet day at the pool.

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