Day 9: Lost Ball

God: I had one of those Joseph moments last night where I had a few dreams, each riding the same theme. The first one I remember involved one of my fish eating another one of my fish. It was like watching a snake eat a rabbit. There was no nibbling or small bites. It was like a chronic smoker inhaling puffs of smoke. The second dream was a golf one. I was on the 16th hole at Hawaii Kai golf course. I teed off, but I could not find my ball. I continued to walk back to the clubhouse before I realized that my group had finished the hole and moved on to 17. So I went back and searched, but I could not find it. The fairway was covered in golf balls, none of them mine.

My devotion of the day talked about truly praying during quiet time. Since I've never truly set time apart for quiet time, I wouldn't know. I pray before I go to bed, a tactic I've used to help me fall asleep. Whether it's me or some sleep demon, every time I pray on my back, I fall asleep quickly. It's relaxing when I have to get up early. The same thing happens in church. I find that my best inspiration for writing happens in church, usually about the time worship is over. Strange, right? I only want to write when I'm in church and I can't even pick up my pen in my apartment unless I force myself. I love the spiritual world and my laziness.

Writing: I hope to finish yet another chapter of the book. I was an overachiever and finished my first assignment for one of my classes. It was a four page narrative about orientation week. I think it's pretty good. First day of classes is tomorrow. I look forward to teaching my kids.

Magic: I dropped off some balloons I had made at church this morning. I hope the kids enjoy them. I think I'm going to practice every Saturday night and bring the balloons to church on Sunday. My killer whale was a hit.

Fish: The fish officially survived a week. I'm pretty happy about that. For me, it's a big accomplishment that took hours of research and trial and error.