This week, everybody in the house was battling some sort of cold except me. I reckon Florida immunized me. So to keep from ever getting sick again- I should move to the beach! (There was plenty of property for sale.) Alan finished up his baseball season. And Jon found out he’s changing jobs as of August 3rd (moving from Tech Service to Process Safety Mangement).

What am I writing? I am doing the final proof for Contingency. I love Bobbi and Chuck.  On the horizon, I got a ‘call for submissions’ email yesterday, so I’ll look at putting together something for that. And just when I thought I was set on the next project, I started getting ideas for another book I outlined.

What have I learned? Major geek-y stuff this week. My husband has a new computer, less than a month old. When he sits down at mine he says, ‘yours is slow’, which ticks me off just a little. I searched the ‘net this week for things to speed up my baby. I found some easy tweaks and some ways to speed up the boot time. There are a couple of utilities, TweakUI and BootVis, that I used also. I tried out Hoot Suite and Seesmic Desktop, but honestly, I still like TwInbox best for my Twitter app.

What am I reading? School starts too soon and I’m starting to read up for that. We begin with a poetry unit. I spent most of my reading time analyzing poetry. H’ray.

What did God teach me? I wrote a little bit earlier in the week about some verses God highlighted for me, but one concept that keeps coming back is the idea of ‘more faith’. Jon and I discussed it some. I don’t believe you can increase the ‘quantity’ of faith, like you have 1 unit when you get saved, then after the first crisis, you get 2 more, but if you doubt, you lose 1… Then when you pray, God doesn’t check to see if you have enough ‘units’ of faith before He decides to answer your prayer. (To heal Aunt Martha, you needed 67 units, and you only have 65. I’m sorry.)

Faith is faith. You get it all when you trust Jesus Christ. Jon compared it to a baby who is born with all the muscles she’s ever going  need to walk, even though it’ll be a year or so before she’s strong enough to get the hang of it. I’m either exercising my faith to make it stronger, or I’m trusting in myself and my faith in God is languishing. The strength of my faith isn’t going to wrestle God into doing the things I want. The strength of my faith makes me let go of those wants. The more I want, the weaker my faith.