I'm feeling rather stressed lately as it's become time to actually write my dissertation. That's not going badly only because it's not going at all. So I am cheering myself up with these Beaufort graces:
1: crossing the high-rise bridge this evening in a storm and seeing the Cape Lookout lighthouse's beams reflected in the clouds
2: feeling an almost overwhelming sense of home as I drove into town
3: an object lesson learned last week about making snap judgments about people
4: looking over scrapbook pages from almost 70 years ago with a church member
5: seeing boats and shorebirds and water everyday
and a bonus:
preaching Sunday from a pulpit that Francis Asbury preached from nearly 225 years ago.