JOB 33:29-30 Behold, God works all these, twice, three times with a man, to bring back his soul from the Pit that he may be enlightened with the light of life.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Killing Our Children
I did not realize that Thursday the 21st of January; was an anniversary. I very sad 36th anniversary of the passing of Roe v Wade. Jon Piper is very eloquent in
Windy Monday Ramblings
We had a nice break from the harsh cold for a couple of weeks but today are reminded it is a winter predicted to be very cold. The wind chill is 27 degrees the real temp being just under 10 degrees warmer than that. Much better, I realize than a lot of places but still about 15 degrees below our average for January.
I am sitting here waiting for my hair to dry enough to go outside. (I prefer not to use a blow dryer in the winter if I can help it; as it drys my hair out. I actually prefer to use one sparingly anyway as it is not supposed to be real good for ones' hair at all.) It occurred to me that since I am waiting for my hair to dry I could write a blog post, major revelation no? I don't know I don't write more, it's not like I don't have anything to say. I just can't seem to get up the gumption to actually try to organize what I have to say into something readable.
The mantra A writer writes every day flows through my mind frequently and is a source of self recrimination for me. I actually will correct people who call me a writer because I don't write every day. I accede to being called a poet; though feel that is not really right either; for I cannot recite to you anything I have written; nor can I recite the works of others.
I guess I fear if I have the label then I must accept that I have squandered a beautiful gift; more guilt is not something I need.
I am sitting here waiting for my hair to dry enough to go outside. (I prefer not to use a blow dryer in the winter if I can help it; as it drys my hair out. I actually prefer to use one sparingly anyway as it is not supposed to be real good for ones' hair at all.) It occurred to me that since I am waiting for my hair to dry I could write a blog post, major revelation no? I don't know I don't write more, it's not like I don't have anything to say. I just can't seem to get up the gumption to actually try to organize what I have to say into something readable.
The mantra A writer writes every day flows through my mind frequently and is a source of self recrimination for me. I actually will correct people who call me a writer because I don't write every day. I accede to being called a poet; though feel that is not really right either; for I cannot recite to you anything I have written; nor can I recite the works of others.
I guess I fear if I have the label then I must accept that I have squandered a beautiful gift; more guilt is not something I need.
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Monday, January 11, 2010
Diet Disaster
I have been silent a long time, I know. I think it is because I feel ashamed. You see, I am afraid I have let myself and everyone else down by "falling off the wagon". As faithful readers know,my daughter, whom I am very close to and who lived with me , moved out in August and then moved over 900 miles away to get married in October. Her moving out began a downhill slide that I am still climbing up from. I was depressed so didn't have the energy to fix meals, so I was eating the right foods the wrong way; larger portions of protein because I didn't fix a salad, etc. Then a couple of weeks before Christmas I was asked to make candies to help out a friend who was selling Christmas goodies and got in over her head. That did it; making those things and not being able to eat them got to me and I dove head first into the forbidden.
After the New Year, I halted my consumption of all things forbidden but still am struggling with eating in balance. I am sorry to say I have gained 15 pounds during this awful time. I am working on a fresh start but it is amazing how quickly old habits come back.
After the New Year, I halted my consumption of all things forbidden but still am struggling with eating in balance. I am sorry to say I have gained 15 pounds during this awful time. I am working on a fresh start but it is amazing how quickly old habits come back.
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Like any refugee, I long for a new home to call my own, but my "homeland" of depression has a strong hold and sometimes I find myself teetering on the, nay slipping down, the edge of that awful pit God has brought me out of.
This blog is a way for me to work on the discipline of writing, and to voice my thoughts on my life and experiences on my journey to better health; mentally, physically and spiritually