My Audience

I have been attempting to nap for the entire afternoon. A worthy pastime, success or failure! Mostly, I failed.
I reclined on the couch for a bit, then moved to my bed. First some music, then a book, then silence. O, sublime! I dozed, then not. No matter. I am rested all the same. Perhaps more so as I do not feel groggy, and I have the delicious experience of remembering my nap. When you really sleep, you don't remember, do you?
We know, of course, what those lately asleep must have; do we not? Coffee. A lazy afternoon cup. Doesn't that sound a luxury? Sometimes more welcome than a glass of wine.

My Sweet Seattle friend, KiKi, is coming to stay the night. She was my roommate for a couple of years, and I haven't seen her in a while. We'll have lots of catching up to do.

It's rainy today. And windy. The water is choppy, and the dogs have huddled in their crates. I wonder if they have appreciated their naps?

I was going to go out with the friend-of-a-friend tonight. He has reportedly lost his marbles. The facts are a little fuzzy, but what do I care? Here I am in paradise.

We will be here only until Wednesday. Then it's off to a huge concert for Christian Teenagers. It's called Creation at the Gorge. I am going to sleep(?) in a tent for four nights with lots of people half my age with twice my energy. And lots of music.

Have you heard of Os Guinness? I think that's how he spells it. He speaks of pleasing God as if I were preforming before "an audience of One." This is a profound concept on many levels.
I love to be on stage, surprisingly. I love to play to a full house. The more, the better. When there's a large audience, there's so much energy. It's very heady. Then the focus is on Me. Their focus and mine. It's really cool. And selfish. But fun.
An audience of One would be really very difficult. In the first place, I would have to pay close attention to the One and I would have to adjust my performance to the clues upon His face. Like an audition. I hate auditions.
Yet, if I were carrying out my life performance as though God were the only One I were aiming to please, just think how freeing that would be! I would have to keep my attention on Him, and that's a big part of the point. I would be fully aware of whether or not my act was to His liking.

Happy Friday, friends.