A lot has happened in the last 2 years. I literally forgot about this blog for a while. I found it again while searching to see if I could google myself online. Apparently I can.
I am tired right now. Tired and pining, for what I cannot say. The poem I wrote in my Facebook notes expresses it well:
My Muse
For a short time a few months ago
I had a muse
It didn't stick around for very long...
Won't I learn?
If I must be inspired by something
And I must
I ought to be inspired by the thing
Or the One
Closest to my heart and true desire
Not the one
That isn't able by its nature to be
All I need
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Promises, Promises
In the first/last post, I said I would definitely post the next day... another promise made that I didn't follow through on. This is, I think, one of my biggest failings. I make promises and/or say I will do something and promptly either forget to do it or keep putting it off until it causes me such a big conscious issue that I decide to do it just to get it done or put it out of my mind as a lost cause. Neither of those options is good. I've started writing more down and have redoubled my efforts to "let the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable in His sight."
I laughed at myself this morning when my husband called me from work and I answered the phone "hello, oh man withought a cell phone." He had left his phone at home this morning. My response was funny because it reminded me of how different life is from how it was growing up. Of course, there weren't cell phones then... I think there were mobile phones in very rich people's vehicles, but not cell phones.
We didn't even have a TV for several years. Living in the country allows kids a lot more freedom to play outside. When we lived at the lake house it was more likely for us to get bit by a rattlesnake or trampled by a bull than getting molested by a strange person. Of course the odds are a bit increased if you collect rattlesnake rattles or go shooting beebees at the bulls like my brother did... Town wasn't much less safe, we could run the length of it (literally the length) without fear.
I enjoyed the thunder storm yesterday immensely. Mostly because it reminded me of driving out to Bell Hill and watching the incredible lightning displays from the relative safety of our vehicle. When I was very small, I remember cowering under the covers of my bed during one night storm that dwarfs anything I've seen here, with sudden flashes at the windows and immediate deafening thunder. Of course I don't know how much of the memory of that storm is enhanced or exaggerated by the fear of the moment.
I think as I do it more, I will enjoy blogging. Most of my days and nights, really, are spent with children, so it is nice to write out some of my thoughts in adult lingo. Keeps me in practice for when I actually get to be around adults.
Signing off for now.
I laughed at myself this morning when my husband called me from work and I answered the phone "hello, oh man withought a cell phone." He had left his phone at home this morning. My response was funny because it reminded me of how different life is from how it was growing up. Of course, there weren't cell phones then... I think there were mobile phones in very rich people's vehicles, but not cell phones.
We didn't even have a TV for several years. Living in the country allows kids a lot more freedom to play outside. When we lived at the lake house it was more likely for us to get bit by a rattlesnake or trampled by a bull than getting molested by a strange person. Of course the odds are a bit increased if you collect rattlesnake rattles or go shooting beebees at the bulls like my brother did... Town wasn't much less safe, we could run the length of it (literally the length) without fear.
I enjoyed the thunder storm yesterday immensely. Mostly because it reminded me of driving out to Bell Hill and watching the incredible lightning displays from the relative safety of our vehicle. When I was very small, I remember cowering under the covers of my bed during one night storm that dwarfs anything I've seen here, with sudden flashes at the windows and immediate deafening thunder. Of course I don't know how much of the memory of that storm is enhanced or exaggerated by the fear of the moment.
I think as I do it more, I will enjoy blogging. Most of my days and nights, really, are spent with children, so it is nice to write out some of my thoughts in adult lingo. Keeps me in practice for when I actually get to be around adults.
Signing off for now.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Reflection on Friends
This is a new blog for me, I'm not used to blogging... is blogging a word? I clicked on a link from an email to my good friend's blog and noticed all the links to other blogs for people I know that I've lost touch with and I realized how much I've allowed life and circumstances to come between me and the people who've affected my life so positively. This blog is my attempt to "stay in touch." Perhaps it will help me to reconnect with so many people I've not been in contact with for so long.
It's very late tonight, but I'll definitely post more tomorrow.
In closing, a prayer:
God, will You please work in my heart and the hearts of my husband and children to humble us and prepare us for your ministry. Please see our desire to live the best way, the way You want us to, and give us the strength and direction we need run to where you want us to be, humbly at Your feet. Thank you, thank you, thank you for life, love, family, friends and for the awareness to appreciate all that you've given me.
It's very late tonight, but I'll definitely post more tomorrow.
In closing, a prayer:
God, will You please work in my heart and the hearts of my husband and children to humble us and prepare us for your ministry. Please see our desire to live the best way, the way You want us to, and give us the strength and direction we need run to where you want us to be, humbly at Your feet. Thank you, thank you, thank you for life, love, family, friends and for the awareness to appreciate all that you've given me.
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