Are you wary, wary weary?

Are you wary, wary weary?

I fell asleep on the couch last night. Waking up to a tap, tap, tap on my shoulder, there stood my 16 year old.

My husband was nowhere in sight.

The chicken.

He refuses to wake me when I fall asleep for fear of what I will say to him. More correctly ~ how I will say it.

I stumbled to the kitchen which was still a mess after dinner. I shoveled all the dirty stuff into the sink, brushed my teeth and fell into bed next to the sleeping chicken.

Sound familiar?

Lots of us are falling asleep not remembering what was on the television.

Working my way through 2 Thessalonians, I’ve made it to the third chapter. I’m reading all of Paul’s letters in chronological order. (Because I have absolutely nothing to do.) Galations was first, then the two he penned to the church in Thessalonica. The city was founded by Cassander, one of Alexander the Great’s army officers.

He named it after his wife, Alexander’s half sister.

Thessalonica. I like it a lot. It’s a good thing I’m done acquiring children. Now that I found out it’s a proper name, I would have named a daughter such. 

Tess. Alright, I threw out the “h” ~ but Thess just sounds ridiculous. Looks like it should be in some Dr. Suess book.

Not like Thessalonica. Which I love.

(I have completely and totally wandered off point here, but will leave this in risking my credibility as a decent writer ~ because I love the name Thessalonica so much.)

THE POINT of this post.

I read “Do no weary in doing good”  this morning. 2 Thessalonians 3:13.

Don’t weary in doing good. Paul loved that church…and that’s what he told them. He knew what it was to be weary living the gospel when everything around him screamed different. The television, the Internet, the women at the temple of Dionysius whose togas left nothing to the imagination.

We all get weary sometimes.

The smallest action of good is a victory. Sometimes that’s all we can muster… a bitty action of good.

If you are weary today, I wish you rest.

I think Thessalonica the perfect name for a cat ~ don’t you?