Congrats to Krissy and Mike who are tying the knot today! Blessings on you two and your marriage.
Protected: The Missing Piece of the Jigsaw Puzzle
Plastic Fantastic Cat Cave
I’ve been keeping the tsunami afghan (so named because a portion of what I sold it for is going to help tsunami victims) in a plastic blanket bag to keep the cat fur off it. I got the check from the buyer last week and I was prepping the box to ship it today. I had taken the blanket out of the bag, put it in the box, put another box on top to keep a certain unnamed black cat (who we’ll call “EDDA”) from sleeping on it and accidentally getting shipped to Tennessee, and was in my study working on the inserts and packing label when I heard Jon come in and bust up laughing. I walked out and saw that the plastic blanket bag was now a cat cave and my little Viking goddess (who we’ll call “FREYA”) was in it surveying her domain from her new cave.
Forgiveness
Last night, I was journalling and doing my study on Isaiah and at the end of the study, it was put on my heart that I have to forgive everyone involved with the church debacle. I’ve known I’ve had to do this for awhile but I’ve had too much anger and bitterness. I journalled for a good half hour on it in my paper journal, part of it being prayer about how I’m a broken person and I can’t do this on my own.
I will readily admit that I am a broken and sinful person and that I need God to be whole — what would be the point of the Cross if I could be whole on my own? I didn’t realize, however, how much anger and bitterness I was storing in my heart and praying about it, both in my journal and afterwards on my own, was humbling. It was like seeing the gaping chasms in my soul and realizing that the anger and bitterness were just making them larger. Praying and seeking forgiveness from God was a step toward filling those chasms in.
Forgiveness is going to be hard but it’s something I have to do. Pray for me. I have a rocky road ahead.
Getting Up On Sunday Mornings
Rick has a really good audio post on his musings this morning while driving to church. Go listen to it!
What I liked about it is that he admits that he did not want to get up and go to church because he woke up feeling icky. He goes in to talk about how he wants to go to church more than he wants to be lazy. I so agree when he says…
I would rather be with God’s people on God’s day and give God more than my whining.
I’ve had a really rough couple months and I went to the BIG LUTHERAN CHURCH IN TOWN this morning because it was getting to the point where I was having to take massive doses of anxiety meds to deal with worship on Sunday due to my hurt and anger. I had taken some Seroquel last night to calm my nerves and it meant that I was really sleepy this morning but I got up anyway, showered, tossed down cereal and milk, got dressed, and trudged through the snow flurries (!!!!!!!) to church this morning. I really pushed myself to get up and do church and it was worth it. The sermon spoke to me (mostly because it was preached differently than Jon preaches) and the music was wonderful. I got to sing harmony on Love Divine All Love’s Excelling and it was set to correct tune, which made me even happier.
I think it’s good that I’m taking May off from Jon’s churches — I need some perspective right now and I feel like I’m getting it.
This Is Wrong
Ahem…. Mother Nature?
It’s April 30th? What’s with the chance of snow flurries?
If I Could, I Surely Would
The idea behind this one is that, when tagged, you choose 5 occupations (or more) from the list below and complete the sentence with it describing what you would do as a member of that profession. If you have more occupations to add, you add them at the bottom following the If I could be a format. My own additions are at the end in italics.
After you’re done, you get to go and tag 3 other people. Add a trackback to the one that tagged you as well as a trackback to Ogre’s original post.
If I could be a scientist
If I could be a farmer
If I could be a musician
If I could be a doctor
If I could be a painter
If I could be a gardener
If I could be a missionary
If I could be a chef
If I could be an architect
If I could be a linguist
If I could be a psychologist
If I could be a librarian
If I could be an athlete
If I could be a lawyer
If I could be an innkeeper
If I could be a professor
If I could be a writer
If I could be a llama-rider
If I could be a bonnie pirate
If I could be a service member
If I could be a photographer
If I could be a philanthropist
If I could be a rap artist
If I could be a child actor
If I could be a secret agent
If I could be a comedian/comedienne
If I could be a priest
If I could be a radio announcer
If I could be a phlebotomist
If I could be a pet store owner
If I could be a computer programmer
If I could be a police officer
If I could be a politician
If I could be a mom
If I could be an underwater basket weaver
If I could be a reality tv host
If I could be a forensic pathologist
If I could be a key grip on the next Star Wars film
If I could be a fairy god parent
If I could be a cast member on “Smallville”
If I could be an Airbus pilot
If I could be U2’s equipment manager
If I could be a rock star
If I could be a skunk catcher
If I could be a reality TV star
If I could be a ballerina
If I could be an astronaut
My answers…
If I could be a phlebotomist, I’d make sure that I didn’t puncture anyone’s vein when drawing blood.
If I could be a gardener, I’d grow lots of basil and start my own pesto business.
If I could be a missionary, I would convert the heathen Southerners and teach them about how Jesus loves them, Jesus wants them to be with Him, and Jesus wants them to cut out the fried food because Jesus does not want them to be dispatched from this life early due to clogged arteries.
If I could be a linguist, I would become the world’s foremost expert on the Minnesota dialect of English and how it deviates from normal.
If I could be U2’s equipment manager, I would make sure that Ellen had front row tickets at every concert within a 200 mile radius of where she was living at the time.