The official declaration of Pi Day wasn't made until 2009 by the United States House of Representatives when they declared March 14 as National Pi Day. Previous to that a group of workers at the San Francisco science museum, the Exploratorium, celebrated the day. The fact that Albert Einstein was born on March 14 is an interesting bit of trivia to go along with Pi Day. Here is a little more trivia about Pi Day. The number can go on forever. In 2021, the University of Applied Sciences in Switzerland calculated that Pi can go on for over 62 trillion digits. Also on Pi Day you can get bargains on pizza. Click or tap here for some of them.
Since I'm a word person and not a math person, I have to bring reading into this post somewhere. In the last book of my Kellersburg series, Hometown Girl, my hero Wes is a math guy. He is an accountant for a medical devices company. However, his occupation has little to do with the story except that he plans to go into the ministry and leave his accounting job behind. Here's a little excerpt from the story.
With jeans rolled up almost to his knees and sand stuck to his feet, Wes wiped the sweat from his forehead. He wished he’d taken the time to change into appropriate beachwear before he’d rushed out of the hotel room, but his need to escape had trumped changing into swim trunks and flip-flops.
Wes held his shoes, with his socks stuffed into them, in one hand as he stood at the edge of the water and stared out at the waves. They rushed over his feet and washed away the sand. He tried to assess his feelings, but they were a jumbled mess of what ifs. The temptation to stay with Sam had inundated him, much like the waves covering his feet. His head pounded with the realization that he had almost thrown aside every conviction he’d ever had about God’s plan for sex.
Wes’s thoughts skittered in his brain like the little bird racing across the beach. How could he have so easily fallen into that trap? He was studying to go into the ministry. He’d even completed his online ordination to officiate at his sister’s wedding. His accounting job had left him unsatisfied, and he wanted to do something that would make a difference in people’s lives. But if temptation could grab him like that, was he meant for ministry?
A sudden sea breeze wafted across the beach and cooled his overheated body. Maybe if he stood here long enough, the breeze would cool his overheated mind. He needed to go back to his room and take a shower, but he couldn’t very well do that with Sam there. How long could he wander along the water’s edge? How long would it take him to get his head on straight?
Praying about this whole thing should be his first order of business, but he couldn’t form a coherent prayer. Maybe this was one of those times mentioned in Romans 8. In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans.
Wordless groans. That was all Wes had.
Taking a shoe in each hand, he held out his arms and let the breeze ruffle his shirt. He turned and looked back down the beach. His hotel’s yellow stucco walls stood out among the beige and gray of the other hotels. He had to face his fears. The biggest one right now occupied his hotel room.
Who would ever have guessed that Samantha Dawson would turn into such a beauty, with dark-brown hair and eyes to match, and become his biggest temptation?
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Merrillee Whren is the winner of the 2003 Golden Heart Award presented by Romance Writers of American. She is married to her own personal hero, her husband of forty-plus years, and has two grown daughters. Connect with her on her Facebook page and sign up for her newsletter.
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