the blog is still here. Sometimes even I wonder. Tonight's feature is stream of consciousness, or barely consciousness because it is late and I am woozy tired, status reporting.
Reclining....in bed. The fall weather has brought out the warmer pjs. I am loving the entire closet turnover. While the leaves are turning, I'm turning out the shorts and capris to bring in the jeans and tailored trousers.
Drinking....nothing because I am blogging from bed. Drinking anything now would necessitate a visit in the night. And who needs that kind of aggravation?
Thinking....on a whole host of things. Things like self-important men who twist Scripture for their own uses and call evil good and good evil. That was the point of today's lesson in Isaiah 5. God always gives object lessons right when you need them.
Remembering....how much fun it was earlier tonight to watch Scooby Doo with the boys and hear their laughter. Which reminded me of how much fun this weekend's fellowship lunch was with friends of the new fellowship. The house fairly burst at the seams from the laughter.
Committing....to go to bed earlier than I am tonight. Last night I was in bed and asleep by 9:30. When I woke at 2:00 a.m. I was ready to go and do. Sleeping in until 5:00 a.m. was a luxury I told myself. Myself agreed.
Realizing.....that adjective clauses and adverb clauses will not kill me but make me stronger. And the diagrams look like some weird tinker toy construction. Algebra....meh, not so sure. Thank the Lord for Husband who shares the teaching.
Planning....for the month and grateful for the special trip it holds, for the opportunities of the gospel, and for the resolution of the unresolved.
Digesting....still the amazing lunch I shared with a friend today. Both the food and the conversation. She is living an intense grief right now but doing it beautifully. All in a messy way. Grief is messy. Just slightly messier than life. But it must be lived as intensely as living. Fluid edges help with the washing of tears that come frequently, sporadically, impulsively. Shame on those who build dams and culverts to try and channel a stream for their own comfort.
Reading....lots of Isaiah. Instructing a Child by Tedd Tripp. True to His Word by Gregg and Deborah Lewis. Creation magazine.
Thankful....that God has provided the perfect and only righteous substitute for my sin in Jesus Christ. Rock of Ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in Thee rang out in church today by joyful voices. Let me never forget that there is nothing in my hands to bring but simply to His cross to cling.
Worrying....about nothing right now. That is wasted energy. Energy better spent on truths of life and not lies.
Drifting....off to sleep. It is really time to end this post.
Thanking.... Lisa Writes for prompting the blogging.
Grieving honestly is messy. Seems to me there's a big temptation to make grief either more or less than it really is. Both are rooted in self-pity, a disastrous state of living that denies the goodness of God. Grieving honestly looks at loss straight-on and runs to God for comfort and enduring hope.
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