I’m being fully honest when I say that I’ve probably told far more about myself on this blog, than most were prepared to read… one of my common self-titles is “the oversharer!”
When I saw this morning’s prompt question, I knew that I’d answered it last year, but I thought it would be fun to tell everyone something new. That is, until I tried thinking of a thing to share.
I’ve hit a wall here, my friends, as I can’t think of anything that I’m willing to offer up. Why, you might ask? Because my transparency stops at the place that holds the things of my deepest hurts and scars. I stopped voicing the things that did not produce goodness, love and God’s healing light.
If you would like to know anything about me that is worthy of sharing with others, I’ve re-opened my archive’s page on this site. Within those dusty old writings is who I Really am, though God is forever molding and reshaping me into that which He sees as beautiful. The place to catch glimpses of that part of me, would be the WordPress Daily Prompt response’s that you currently receive a lot of cookies from… Miss Moody Maelstrom, some might call me!
This is rather confusing to my brain, first being told that it IS a lazy day… and then asking if one feels restful OR unproductive?
I wanna ask Google…
According to Oxford, the definition of lazy is “unwilling to work or use energy.” The example given was, “he was too lazy to cook”, so there’s that!
I suspect that if we go with the ACTUAL definition here, won’t we feel both rested AND unproductive? And, shouldn’t that be what we are aiming for?
Just askin…
Anyway, if you read my regular post this morning, you would already know that my brain is visiting a Nothing Box, today. I borrowed my husband’s box, since he doesn’t use it while he’s busy studying.
And yes, you could call today a LAZY day, so I have every intention of feeling both rested… AND unproductive!
Here, grab a cookie before you go. You didn’t think I would forget that? Not even on a lazy day…
I recognize that Thursdays are normally when I write about my thoughts, but just this moment… there aren’t any thoughts. It’s as if I’ve somehow discovered that elusive Nothing Box that men swear by!
It’s rather nice in there… all spacious and peaceful. Metaphorically speaking, my brain’s barn doors are just lazily swinging back and forth, from a soft heavenly breeze.
I’ve been simultaneously reading through the Psalms and the Gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John, for several weeks now. While I’ve read them many times over the years, this has been the first time reading both Old Testament and New, side by side.
I have to say that if you read the Psalms next to the four Gospels… it’s an amazing experience! Reading through passionate poems by David and other Psalmists, and then moving to read through Jesus’ life, I’m seeing the life and holy purpose of Jesus, from those looking toward His coming… to those that watched as He came to earth, fulfilling each and every prophesy foretold.
I don’t know, my bible always has this familiar feel to it, upon first opening it for a re-read… but then I find myself getting lost in it, as if it were a brand new book that I’d never before read. It really is true, you know, the scriptures are God’s living and breathing word! Whenever I pick it up, he’s right there with me… I can feel his presence, as of one sitting close by.
I suppose that today it just feels good dwelling in His presence… and I’m in no hurry to leave.
But, I will walk over to the microwave and reheat my coffee. OOh, and grab a breakfast muffin… mmmmmm!
In such a short time upon this earth, He healed, saved, resurrected, taught, and ended it with the sacrifice of his own life to make a way for so many, to this very day!
Whether or not one believes Him to be a mere man… when I think of the word “successful,” I think of Jesus, the son of a carpenter… and yet, so so much more!
Why? Because He showed me… from the moment of his birth, all the way through history itself… to save ME!
Sometimes, folks are so busy getting where they’re going, they forget to look up!
Remember to look for the gifts along the journey… I promise you that they are there!
I was all ready to walk the trail I’d found, but Eustace refused to follow me. When I turned around to call him to me, he showed me an entirely different walking trail… it was less than half a block in the opposite direction.
So, remember how I told you that my brain doors blew open yesterday, while I was taking my trail walk?
I spent the rest of the afternoon, and then even more hours this morning, doing research. I began digging deeper into the story behind our bat thingies that are flying around in the barn. Remember them?
It turns out that there is an entire community of them, roosting in our rafters. When I discovered this… I was inspired!
One by one, each of their little faces and personalities began appear. Quickly, they found their way out of my brain pan, and all the way onto the page, so to speak.
I’ll introduce them to you in the order that I discovered them. Keep in mind that while being cute and adorable, each one of these creatures carries something very valuable within their tiny little frames.
For today, we will simply make introductions, so as to give each of you a chance to make your own initial impressions, without my intrusive input… there will be time for that later.
From first to last, there are ten…
We begin with,
Mother of,
And,
Then there’s,
and her little one,
Next we have,
and his little brother,
Followed by,
and her orphaned cousin,
Tune in next week, as we learn their story, their purpose and the gift carried within each of them.
*P.S. No spoilers will be forthcoming, so don’t even try. As they say, all good things come to those who wait…
While I’m not an adrenaline junkie sort of adventurer, I’ve had list after list of ideas to be tried for the first time! It began when I was a tiny girl, forever dreaming of things I wanted to do when I grew up.
Remember my Easy Bake Oven? I wanted to be a baker from the moment I melted my first pile of cookie dough under a hot lightbulb.
I was forever trying to rescue injured or stray animals, so I then wanted to be an animal doctor/national geographic reporter/animal whisperer! Seriously! I used to dream about finding a baby chimpanzee on the side of the road, somehow miraculously raising and returning it to the jungles… that was one of my favorite daydreams. I knew I wanted to be a mommy from the first battery operated cry that erupted out of the new baby doll I was given. I ventured out to every single boring yard sale and/or thrift store trip my mother visited, looking for each and every baby item possible. My babies had it all, from the blankets and clothes to the bottles, pacifiers, strollers, diaper bags, fake food, etc. I think you get the picture… I’m what one calls a Lister!
I was writing lists from the time I learned to spell, keeping them safely hidden beneath my mattress, away from spying eyes.
Over the years I’ve trained horses, bred and raised everything from birds to dogs, traveled to distant countries, bore three children, traveled with my husband in a Semi across the whole of America, lived in an RV for four years, ran a full scale lady’s hair salon in the big city, ran my own nail salon for five years, walked in 5 different full marathons, and been a model… who knew?!
Why, just last year I decided to write a book, and am now preparing to begin my third, so that’s certainly a joyful win win… as far as trying something new goes.
If you’re thinking I’m bragging about things, let me remind you that my life is far from a Hollywood success story… and in none of my endeavors did I say that I was fantastic at any of them. I only want you to see what I mean when I say I am known as what is called a Lister… love lists, love trying new things, love writing everything down. While some might say that I have a problem… I just think I’m a big kid at heart!
Currently, I’m sitting with a list of three things that I want to try. I want to do theatre, sing at Karaoke, and try stand-up comedy… just once! Way out of my comfort zone, but a girls gotta dream…
Yup! With only two intersections to cross, I got there… and two hours later, I’m just sitting down to write.
It was wonderful, I tell you, simply divine! Remember me telling you that I was missing my literary mojo, with this living in no mans land stuff? Well, oh my! I found that sweet spot… just inside of those two hours in the fresh air.
Long story short… my brain doors flew open, somewhere around mile two, and now it’s once again the Willy Wonka Factory in there!
I leave you with a song that should leave you with a visual of how I’m feeling right this moment…
Journey With Me! 