So last night I was cooking a delicious Trader Joe's chicken burger on my (ok Colleen's) George Foreman (yes, she gave it to me - i did not steal it!) and I dropped it. No big deal, I thought, any germs will be cooked away. Tossed it on the grill anyways.
So now you may be thinking, maybe I got sick from some nasty floor germs.
Nope. This morning I had this terrible (exaggerating quite a bit here, but at least noticeable) pain in my big toe. "What did I do to myself" I thought. Maybe I hurt my self running, or biking, oh no I'll never run again!
Then I remembered, oh yeah I dropped a chicken burger on it.
I hope you see the humor in this.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Exactly
Wisdom from Colleen.
I don't check my comments very often, and so I just read this one from my dear friend Colleen, who should be sitting next to me on the couch right now, drinking wine from a box, eating cookies, and watching Project Runway. Moving my stuff to my room when I leave it in the living room. Always cleaning when I cook for her. Ready to make a pan of baked ziti or stuffed shells when someone needs some mothering. The things you miss so much when you move to Michigan. She says...
I just remembered that you had this blog and I am so blessed by your postings since I am in a similar, yet different position. I am yearning for God to fill my heart but I don't have enough time to sit down like I used to and learn from the Bible and study like I had before. I was ashamed that I had not given God the time to study His Word and then I hit my hands and knees and just simply said "God, I can't live like this, you will have to do it for me". That is when I found my passion for Jesus and that is when I realized that you had a blog so I read it. Thank God you are in my life and I can be a part of yours through this blog. It shows me that I am not the only one who feels inadequate in my relationship with Christ. I have to remember that I am His child, His heir, His bride and he loves me unconditionally.
I have been looking at things down here a lot differently now and I have an Eleventyseven song in my head constantly that says "my heart is a spark, for You to ignite, I'm wanting to be the one that burns for you tonight, so bring me to life just like the starts that shine so brightly in the night, bring me to life."
We have life only in Christ and through Christ.
I don't check my comments very often, and so I just read this one from my dear friend Colleen, who should be sitting next to me on the couch right now, drinking wine from a box, eating cookies, and watching Project Runway. Moving my stuff to my room when I leave it in the living room. Always cleaning when I cook for her. Ready to make a pan of baked ziti or stuffed shells when someone needs some mothering. The things you miss so much when you move to Michigan. She says...
I just remembered that you had this blog and I am so blessed by your postings since I am in a similar, yet different position. I am yearning for God to fill my heart but I don't have enough time to sit down like I used to and learn from the Bible and study like I had before. I was ashamed that I had not given God the time to study His Word and then I hit my hands and knees and just simply said "God, I can't live like this, you will have to do it for me". That is when I found my passion for Jesus and that is when I realized that you had a blog so I read it. Thank God you are in my life and I can be a part of yours through this blog. It shows me that I am not the only one who feels inadequate in my relationship with Christ. I have to remember that I am His child, His heir, His bride and he loves me unconditionally.
I have been looking at things down here a lot differently now and I have an Eleventyseven song in my head constantly that says "my heart is a spark, for You to ignite, I'm wanting to be the one that burns for you tonight, so bring me to life just like the starts that shine so brightly in the night, bring me to life."
We have life only in Christ and through Christ.
I Left my Bible in the car
Seriously. On Sunday. I left my Bible and my journal in my car. And as a result, I haven't journaled since Sat. Is that really all it takes? Too lazy/scared of the dark to go downstairs and get it? So I switch to my Carl Hiaasen book instead? Again - is that really all it takes. And even now, as I look at this critically, I know there's no chance I'm going downstairs. Way too alone in here and too dark out there. I guess there's some excuse due to life's recent reminders that nothing is certain and everything is finite.
So yesterday I read my Pslams online. And the night before, I read my book, A Woman and her God. So at least I know that I truly miss this integral, constant part of my evening. Just not enough to go outside. Ouch. Or maybe its been good for me - actual praying instead of writing my prayers. Sometimes even though I know no one is going to read my journal, I write for how it would look. Kind of like now. Instead of just concentrating on direct connection with God, I think about what people might think of me when they're reading it. All the time knowing that's not going to happen.
So yesterday I read my Pslams online. And the night before, I read my book, A Woman and her God. So at least I know that I truly miss this integral, constant part of my evening. Just not enough to go outside. Ouch. Or maybe its been good for me - actual praying instead of writing my prayers. Sometimes even though I know no one is going to read my journal, I write for how it would look. Kind of like now. Instead of just concentrating on direct connection with God, I think about what people might think of me when they're reading it. All the time knowing that's not going to happen.
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