" After awhile you learn the difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul; you learn that life does not mean leaning, and company does not always mean security; you begin to learn that kisses are not contracts and presents are not promises, and you begin to accept your defeats with your head high and your eyes ahead, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child. You learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain, for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. After awhile you learn that even sunshine burns, if you get too much. You learn to plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers; and you learn that (by God's sustaining grace,) you can really endure; that you really are strong; and that you really do have worth. "
- - Veronica Shoffstall
Don't get me wrong. Nothing terrible has happened to me. I'm not an emotional wreck (although that depends on who you ask!). I know my faith and my God gives me a Certain future. This is an OK quote, but some days words just strike a chord. By God's glorious and abundant grace you really can endure when you don't think you can - it's God. You remain strong when everything in you, your mind, body and flesh- is so weak, still God. And for some reason in the midst of the mind games and doubt you know you have a spot in this world that only you can take, that can only be the work of the Almighty.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
My first time
Either, you must not know me
OR
you know me and my "personality" won you over!
This is my first post and I'm quite certain no one will ever read this. For some reason I feel it's entirely OK to publicly post the contents of my brain. Everything. Kids, husband, job, "deep thoughts", my reasons why I have contracted anxiety, theology, plain ol' weirdness, likes/dislikes(read: totally legit opinions), random lymerics and so many other things (things I can't even define!) might show up here. Perhaps it's a theraputic want, maybe it's a sub-conscious need to be in the public eye (I'm a star - validate me!), a dream to be a good writer (just by having a blog I become witty and and an excellent wordsmith, right?), or just maybe I had too much time on my hands and creating my own blog was really easy (just like blogger claimed), that this blog has come to be.
Don't know I often I'll write.
Don't know what I'll say.
Don't know how to personalize my template - oh technology!
Maybe this blog will make me into the genius I secretly think I am :)
Thoughts right now: I'm run down with this cold that has moved into my chest, but I'm the mommy and the household captain *I'm not sick* The mass of red sprinkles on the floor and counter really bother me and now dinner is going to get started later. My body is doing things outside of my control. Why must my gut hurt so bad just because my husband is traveling - he's only in an airplane for pete's sake! I like Carly Simon and her call out of the vain man!
contents.of.my.brain
Like it or leave it!
OR
you know me and my "personality" won you over!
This is my first post and I'm quite certain no one will ever read this. For some reason I feel it's entirely OK to publicly post the contents of my brain. Everything. Kids, husband, job, "deep thoughts", my reasons why I have contracted anxiety, theology, plain ol' weirdness, likes/dislikes(read: totally legit opinions), random lymerics and so many other things (things I can't even define!) might show up here. Perhaps it's a theraputic want, maybe it's a sub-conscious need to be in the public eye (I'm a star - validate me!), a dream to be a good writer (just by having a blog I become witty and and an excellent wordsmith, right?), or just maybe I had too much time on my hands and creating my own blog was really easy (just like blogger claimed), that this blog has come to be.
Don't know I often I'll write.
Don't know what I'll say.
Don't know how to personalize my template - oh technology!
Maybe this blog will make me into the genius I secretly think I am :)
Thoughts right now: I'm run down with this cold that has moved into my chest, but I'm the mommy and the household captain *I'm not sick* The mass of red sprinkles on the floor and counter really bother me and now dinner is going to get started later. My body is doing things outside of my control. Why must my gut hurt so bad just because my husband is traveling - he's only in an airplane for pete's sake! I like Carly Simon and her call out of the vain man!
contents.of.my.brain
Like it or leave it!
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