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The day comes down to this… me at my writing desk and Maddie laying on the bed behind me.

It feels good to sit after such a busy day. It was one of those days, that after it’s all over, we wonder how we ever fit it all in:  taking  my Addison’s dog in for a check-up, going to the grocery store, doing laundry, baking bread, making lunch and then an entire afternoon at my writing desk immersed in Frederick Buechner’s writing.

Max is doing pretty good, given where we were a few months back.  This past week though, I’ve noticed a little loss in appetite and a few other potential “bumps in the road” that I thought might be tied to the fine-tuning we’ve begun on Max’s hormone replacement therapy.  So today’s visit was all about buying some peace of mind.  With a trip to Surfside Beach in our near future, I want that poodle boy of mine to be fit as a fiddle.

Stuck at the doctors all day, poor Max missed baking day though.  And we missed him.  It’s crazy that we can miss the one that’s not here, even with two dogs still keeping me company.  But Max got a clean bill of health with another order to further adjust his meds.  I’ll be glad when we’re on “maintenance.”

Spending time with Buechner is always holy time.  I’ve decided that Buechner is the patron saint of our Everyday God.  His writing has nurtured my spiritual life in a way that’s beyond words.  Truly.  I remember a former pastor first mentioning his name, sort of in passing.  But I don’t think I’ll ever forget the first time I laid eyes on one of his sentences.  It was literary love at first sight.

It was just a small quote from Buechner, something that I imagine happens a lot with Buechner’s words.  I’m getting ready to do it here.  But I’ll never forget how beautiful the words were and how I felt, that in reading this short sentence, I had just been handed truth in bulk — a lot of meaning for the cost of a few words.

And I pray I have not built this up too much, that you will be disappointed in my short sentence  cum sacred souvenir; but then how could I make too much over this, since this was how I felt reading that first sentence.  I remember putting down the book I was reading, and immediately logging onto Amazon.com to buy my first Buechner book  — Wishful Thinking, A Seeker’s ABC — the very book that contained my sentence.

The quote was the last sentence of Buechner’s definition for “Vocation,” and even taken out of context, it was good.  Very good.  Beyond good.  So what was the sentence that began my journey with Buechner?  Simply this:

“The place God calls you to is the place where your deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet.”

The day comes down to this… me at my writing desk and Maddie laying on the bed behind me.

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