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| It's hard to believe that I'll be married 5 years this year. My mom passed away almost 4 years ago and I've been in Pearland for 3. Roy is about to finish his nursing program and I've been at my new job for 1 1/2 years (maybe after 2 years I'll stop saying it's "new"). The semi-big four OH MY GOD is less than 2 years away. My does time fly. | | |
| I'm taking a 15 minute break at work. I hope I don't get busted. Hee.Hee.  | | |
| I find my days changing constantly. Slowly, I find myself having huge slots of time when I have nothing to do except for "rest on the couch". I find my list of friends to call for dinner getting shorter and ministry time has almost come to a complete halt. I find myself becoming more introverted. My mind is constantly racing off. Memories start to flood my mind.... I remember being a little girl and taking my first few piano lessons and then the tragedy of having to stop. As a little girl, I think this would have done me some good because I was always such an introvert. I would spend hours in the back yard discovering new treasures or riding my bike out on the county roads, making my observations of the natural habitat, mostly grasshoppers, spiders, the occasional walking stick and praying mantis and on very rare occasions the scorpions, water moccasins and rattlers. And when I was even smaller, I would get bored, throw my tiny little bathing suit on and spend hours (or what felt like it) swimming in the apartment pool. I would just image I was a huge whale floating in the ocean, just like the picture of the whale on my little bitty bathing suit. I was 3. Well, now, I'm in my 30's and the world is at my feet. I can pretty much do whatever I want, I just have to figure out what and how I'm going to get there. I love to imagine, I love to daydream and I still love the piano. I always thought that if I could play classical piano, it would truly be great. Music has a way of taking me to so many places, imaginary places, places I'd like to be, places I've been, experiences I've had, experiences other people have had. Music is truly an experience for me and I love it. I can sit and listen and imagine and even be moved. May God let it be so. | | |
| Ok... for you church goers (or non-churchgoers, whatever). I am guilty of being completely turned off by the name, "Women's Retreat". I've gone to a few, well, now I guess I could catagorize my retreat going to several (if you consider attending my 3rd one this weekend). Anyway, it just sounds so quirky and very un-fun. First, when I hear the word Women's, I think of barefoot and pregnant women who have no life. Of course, this isn't true, but that's what I think of. I also think of large groups of extremely religious, long haired, dress wearing, bible thumping women who NEED a retreat to spend even more time with God even though they go like 4-5 times a week and only listen to christian music. Of course, this image isn't true either. When I think of women's retreat, I think of corney messages of "how much God loves you" or "how beautiful God thinks I am". Which, that part is actually true. Other truthdom, there's usually crying and a lot of singing, hahaha, I'll be providing the "singing" portion. I guess the funny thing is, I am guilty of attending retreats, I am guilty of enjoying myself despite my so called dislike of retreats. I guess if I had to picture a perfect women's retreat, it would be called something cool like, beach house get away, or camp something. There would be a full size band for the worship and a live speaker who, well, I don't know. Also, I would like it if hubby went..... corporate worship and maybe a "girls" topic seperate from the guys or a little section where the girls could hang out and be served or pampered then reunite with hubby or family or freinds. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm going to a women's retreat this weekend. I'm leading worship and I'm hoping to have a great time. | | |
| This morning at the gym, as I was approaching the usual morning machinery, I noticed a foul stench! YEP folks, it was a nasty fart smell from the old guy accross from me. aghhhhh!!!! | | |
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