I have three favorite words in German:
Katze (cat)
Zeitung (newspaper)
. . .
I thought there was a third. . . and I believe there is, but at this early hour of the morning I can't quite seem to remember it.
Regardless. I like German! I never thought I would say that. That is like saying "I like sweaty socks" or "My favorite food is moldy bread." Yeah, like, unthinkable. Yet, I do. It's proof you can change your opinion of something/someone if you give it/them half a chance. I've been trying to practice German each day for at least 30 minutes. Sometimes it's quite exasperating. Rosetta Stone is great, but you don't get an explanation for anything. . . you just repeat, repeat, repeat. . . which is why it works apparently. Practice makes perfect.
The past few days have been simply lovely. I love sunshine. I love the smell it wrenches from the spring flowers. I love the way it seeps into my pores. This morning (Monday) was made slightly more bearable as I walked outside for work and breathed in the luxurious and intoxicating scent of sun.
A new week. The same responsibilities. Yet so much to be thankful for.
Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul.
Psalm 143:8
