I sleep an extra hour and a half this morning. When I finally stumble to my chair, I sit and stare at the neighbor's fence across the street. Eventually, I turn on the wedding episode of Bones and sip my coffee. Partway through, I get distracted by the living room clock. It ticks so loudly in my ears that I can't concentrate on the TV. I choose to ignore the clock and focus on the wedding vows.
With Booth and Brennan finally married, I go back to staring at the fence. I think about the things I had planned to accomplish today. Wash pots and pans. List stuff on eBay. Put pantry labels on mason jars. I tell Jeff that I don't think I'm going to get those things accomplished after all. He understands.
I think about what I just read in Barbara Duguid's Extraordinary Grace. She reminded me that everything in the world is for my good and God's glory.
So this day, this physical and mental inarticulation, is for my good and God's glory. Somehow. How could this level of uselessness benefit anyone?
I stare out the window again. Well, if everything is for my good and God's glory, then that leaf out there is for someone's good and God's glory. And it's mentally inarticulate, too. Apparently, mental acuity is not God's measurement of worth. Nor is physical prowess. He measures worth by himself. He made that leaf, therefore it has value.
He made me, therefore I have value.
He made you, therefore you have value.
And that's the end of my ability to think right now. I'm going to go see what happens to the Nazi on Booth and Brennan's honeymoon.