My inbox is filled with emails from Target, JCPenney, Gap, and other stores where I receive discounts on purchases for simply giving them my email address.
"Spring Sale! Flip flops 2 for $5!"
"Tank Tops 3 for $2!"
"Dresses for the stick figure: $2.50!"
i look outside, and I reach for my nice hot cup of coffee, watch the rain fall and turn to sleet/angry snow, and dream of a day when i can go outside, play with Matty, wear flip flops and have a body where i can wear those STUPID DRESSES THAT LOOK AMAZING ON EVERYONE ELSE!
Friday, March 11, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
a prayer from a broken heart
today, i received in my inbox a devotional from RelevantMagazine.com.
[ps: thank you my darling husband for signing me up months ago]
Coming from RM, it's usually something theological. I've never been a theological Christian. I don't feel the need to sit around the table and discuss why Jesus may or may not like homosexuals, or drink wine, or where he ministered most. I find these conversations...well...dull. and you always get with people who think differently than you, and reality is: no one is changing their mind b/c of what you (or they) have said. it's pointless conversation.
I'm a full believer that if i'm going to sit around the table and talk about Jesus, I'm going to talk about what is He doing in your life. What is it in your life that makes you think/feel/believe this about Jesus? THAT is the extent of my theological conversations.
Rabbit trail.
Today's devotional is about Luke 7:36-50.
The woman anoints Jesus. Many scholars believe that she was anointing him for death. others believe it was her way of worship.
I believe it was both.
This woman, who those around the table knew as a whore, entered into the house with ONE purpose.
Her LOVE for the Lord.
many scholars believe that Jesus and this woman (who i think is mentioned as Mary in the other gospels), had an affair and produced an offspring.
those scholars also drink kool-aid.
This woman was not attracted to the MAN. she was attracted to the LORD. Elohim. El Shaddai. (PLEASE EXCUSE MY SPELLING. I've never taken a greek/arabic class, and so i'm going on pronunciations...doesn't work so well...lol).
She was in AWE of His Majesty!
There was a time where i felt that love and desire for Him. lately, i haven't. and i want it back!
This is not a time for being reserved. this is not a time for being ashamed!
Lord, you've created me for such a time as this! help me to be BOLD for YOUR Name! Let people talk about me....let them spread their lies and gossip. Set me apart. anoint me! Lord, i break this alabaster jar at your feet, and wash it with my tears! You are my first love! my only true love!
tame my tongue so that it only spreads encouragement! let everything else fall wayside, and only encouragement come forward!
heal my heart, and make it clean. bring peace where there is none.
purify me, O Lord! let your love shine through!
[ps: thank you my darling husband for signing me up months ago]
Coming from RM, it's usually something theological. I've never been a theological Christian. I don't feel the need to sit around the table and discuss why Jesus may or may not like homosexuals, or drink wine, or where he ministered most. I find these conversations...well...dull. and you always get with people who think differently than you, and reality is: no one is changing their mind b/c of what you (or they) have said. it's pointless conversation.
I'm a full believer that if i'm going to sit around the table and talk about Jesus, I'm going to talk about what is He doing in your life. What is it in your life that makes you think/feel/believe this about Jesus? THAT is the extent of my theological conversations.
Rabbit trail.
Today's devotional is about Luke 7:36-50.
The woman anoints Jesus. Many scholars believe that she was anointing him for death. others believe it was her way of worship.
I believe it was both.
This woman, who those around the table knew as a whore, entered into the house with ONE purpose.
Her LOVE for the Lord.
many scholars believe that Jesus and this woman (who i think is mentioned as Mary in the other gospels), had an affair and produced an offspring.
those scholars also drink kool-aid.
This woman was not attracted to the MAN. she was attracted to the LORD. Elohim. El Shaddai. (PLEASE EXCUSE MY SPELLING. I've never taken a greek/arabic class, and so i'm going on pronunciations...doesn't work so well...lol).
She was in AWE of His Majesty!
There was a time where i felt that love and desire for Him. lately, i haven't. and i want it back!
This is not a time for being reserved. this is not a time for being ashamed!
Lord, you've created me for such a time as this! help me to be BOLD for YOUR Name! Let people talk about me....let them spread their lies and gossip. Set me apart. anoint me! Lord, i break this alabaster jar at your feet, and wash it with my tears! You are my first love! my only true love!
tame my tongue so that it only spreads encouragement! let everything else fall wayside, and only encouragement come forward!
heal my heart, and make it clean. bring peace where there is none.
purify me, O Lord! let your love shine through!
Saturday, February 19, 2011
the last 48 Hours...or what i remember of them...
The good thing about pain...
the pain KILLERS. ahhh...yes...
sweet delirium.
No idea of whether you're coming or going...
or what that nice lady with the pink smock is doing in your arm...
or what that red stuff is doing coming out of your arm....
it is GRAND!!!
Spent most of Friday morning in the emergency room...which i've noticed is no longer abbreviated ER. it's now ED. at first i kept thinking, "WHY are they abbreviating what has been known in over 100 years as the EMERGENCY ROOM the SAME abbreviation for Erectile dysfunction?!?!"
The Emergency Department (as it is now called), was actually nice. i had my own room, with a TV (so that Jacob could watch the rest of the Caps game), and my own light switch so i could turn the lights off and sleep for 30 minutes, or until the nurse came to get my vitals....again.
The best part of the....morning...was actually NOT the heated blankets they gave us...although that did help! it was the pain killers! i felt like my innards were exploding (which, in fact, they were) and not only did they "take the edge off"...but i could've been run over by a bus at high speed, placed under a 40 car train, then dropped off the side of the grand canyon, and still i would've felt no pain.
OHHHHH SWEET DELIRIUM!
the coming off of said meds, however, made me felt like i was hit by a moving bus, placed under a 40 car train, and dangling off the side of the grand canyon.
I know in the last 48 hours, i received lots of text messages and maybe phone calls, but i honestly can't remember. and if you are one of these people who messaged me in some fashion, but have not heard from me. just remember....i was busy dangling off the side of the grand canyon. i apologize! your well-wishes are appreciated!! :o)
the pain KILLERS. ahhh...yes...
sweet delirium.
No idea of whether you're coming or going...
or what that nice lady with the pink smock is doing in your arm...
or what that red stuff is doing coming out of your arm....
it is GRAND!!!
Spent most of Friday morning in the emergency room...which i've noticed is no longer abbreviated ER. it's now ED. at first i kept thinking, "WHY are they abbreviating what has been known in over 100 years as the EMERGENCY ROOM the SAME abbreviation for Erectile dysfunction?!?!"
The Emergency Department (as it is now called), was actually nice. i had my own room, with a TV (so that Jacob could watch the rest of the Caps game), and my own light switch so i could turn the lights off and sleep for 30 minutes, or until the nurse came to get my vitals....again.
The best part of the....morning...was actually NOT the heated blankets they gave us...although that did help! it was the pain killers! i felt like my innards were exploding (which, in fact, they were) and not only did they "take the edge off"...but i could've been run over by a bus at high speed, placed under a 40 car train, then dropped off the side of the grand canyon, and still i would've felt no pain.
OHHHHH SWEET DELIRIUM!
the coming off of said meds, however, made me felt like i was hit by a moving bus, placed under a 40 car train, and dangling off the side of the grand canyon.
I know in the last 48 hours, i received lots of text messages and maybe phone calls, but i honestly can't remember. and if you are one of these people who messaged me in some fashion, but have not heard from me. just remember....i was busy dangling off the side of the grand canyon. i apologize! your well-wishes are appreciated!! :o)
Sunday, January 30, 2011
ok...
really.
now.
sooo over it.
we've all had the stomach flu this week.
Matthew started it...
and i'm ending it.
now.
sooo over it.
we've all had the stomach flu this week.
Matthew started it...
and i'm ending it.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
test post
Omg!! Here I am at work playing on the nookcolor...and I can blog! Woot!! I REALLY want one now!!!!
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
just wanted to share.
Garfield is my FAVORITE comic/cartoon. BUT not the new Garfield, where it's live animation. No, no, no, no. It HAS to be the original cartoon with "Garfield and Friends." The pigs and the farm animals aren't really my favorite part, but the story line and the voices are what I remember from my childhood. And therefore, the new live animation Garfield will never do.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Here's to 2011!
This year I resolve:
Happy 2011! May the next year bring happiness, joy, hurt, and love. Joy for when happiness doesn't seem to cut it; hurt to appreciate the happiness; and love to remind us why we are happy and joyful!
- to be a better wife
- to be a better mother
- to be a better human.
- not to hold grudges
- to let go of the grudges i currently hold
- to stop pretending that I'm ok
- to stop settling for mediocrity when I know i'm called to something greater
- to stop letting people get to me.
- to write more
- look at options for schooling
- drink less
- smile more.
- drink more water
Happy 2011! May the next year bring happiness, joy, hurt, and love. Joy for when happiness doesn't seem to cut it; hurt to appreciate the happiness; and love to remind us why we are happy and joyful!
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