"Open wide my door, my Lord, to whatever makes me love you more." - mewithoutYou.
For the second day in a row at work, no nests. But, I did get to see a mating aggregation of horsehoe crabs, which was really cool. Lots of males jockeying for position with the females (avg. 6 males per female; males 5-8" across, females 12-14" across). Lots of clusters of these all up and down the beach, and a number of males were washed up on shore, too. I don't know if it was the time of year or the abnormally cool weather or what exactly prompted them to do this, but we saw at least 70 horseshoe crabs today. And although the cool day at work meant no nests, it also meant that walking was far more comfortable and less exhausting.
Then tonight I watched my little brother's high school graduation - I'm so proud of my little bro! I also got to see extended family members, which has become a rare treat as I move to more distant locales and don't have regularly scheduled (if any) holidays.
I also got two letters today that were a huge blessing to me. I like letters, a lot. It turns out I can get mail down in MD, so if you want my address, please ask!
Back to the subject and the opening sentence...God has been giving me little things to smile at throughout the day to lift my spirits and remind me He's close, I think. It's pretty lonely in MD, even with research assistants coming and going each week. And around a bunch of scientists and other folks who don't always put God first in their language, well, it feels like it's easy to miss Him. But there are little things, little ways He makes me smile. So small I can't even recall most of them off the top of my head..but enough to lift me and remind me that He's there with me, watching out for me & loving me. And hopefully the ensuing, enduring response will be to love Him more.
Friday, June 15, 2007
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Matt, that link didn't work for me...want to send it to me again?
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