and i am. there’s a lot of crap in the world. there has been for a long time. just so happens that right now a lot of it’s in my face and i don’t want to deal with it. well, maybe parts but not all. folks, stop dying. thank you.
life
i don’t care how you get here…just get here!
frustrated by time ill spent, i finally opened up the Bible for my daily reading time. i’m at Matthew 20–parable of the vineyard workers. i’ve always only focused on the idea of fairness/unfairness regarding how the vineyard owner paid his workers. today i read it differently and i hope to always remember this reading. Jesus…
the strength of focus
i’m quite amazed at how focused attention overrides chills and other flu symptoms. if i make up my mind to do something, i’m okay–not perfect, but okay. then i just chill and literally chill as fatigued muscles call out for rest. i will obey though still quite amazed.
yes!
my fiance makes my day, every day. just thinking about him. or reading his post. or seeing his pic on my bookshelf, etc, etc, etc… he honestly makes my day. and yes, we sometimes get on each others nerves and yes, we’ll probably have to unfortunate moments post the “i do’s”; nevertheless, he’ll still make…
knowing – matt 7
it’s easy to toss around. “stop judging me!” “I like it when ppl don’t judge me, when they just accept me for who i am.” blah blah blah as a former co-worker said (loose paraphrase), “stop whining about ppl judging you. sometimes you’re just wrong and that’s that!” so here i am at 1:30 tuesday…
belief
i often begin thinking about work 5 minutes after i become fully conscious in the morning. it’s a great reminder that i actually care about my job. on the other hand, it’s often a reminder that i’m overwhelmed as my job’s various realities crash into my personal need to simply adjust to my new life….
the day i stopped crying
i’ll have to start getting all my facts straight then write them down…be intentional about healing. who knew you could feel so deeply at 11? at that age, you’re supposed to be fighting the drab effects of puberty not vowing to never return to a country that had become your home, your family, your life….