I’m fine. Just can’t find the oomph to write.
And the winner of God.ol.o.gy is…
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Timestamp: 2009-03-04 03:33:17 UTC
…the delightful Christine Smith, wedding photographer extraordinaire! E-mail me your mailing address, Christine. Great questions, everybody! Wow.
Today had its share of trials, but God kept peeking His head around the corner to make sure I was doing all right. I was (ish). I don’t really care to re-live any of it at the moment now. Thanks for understanding.
My pastor’s wife sent me an e-mail last week that started off with, “Here’s a wild thing the Lord had me think…” Tammy is a wild kind of girl. Pastor’s wife, psychologist, speaker, author, mom to 2 pre-teen boys. She asked me to come with her and our friend Kim to a retreat she’s speaking at this Fri/Sat. She had no idea that I had sick children and had just gotten back from urgent care with the worst face-ache of my life. And to think that God talked to her about me, and she listened, and she acted. Well, humble me to pieces.
Thanks for loving me, God.
Since I hate to be a party-pooper and give you nothing to chew on today, how about this–is there anything in your life that you keep trying to do right, but you keep messing up? I have a very dumb one, but not so dumb that it didn’t have me in tears this afternoon. I have this very (very, very) bad habit of driving somewhere (usually on the bypass around my city)–somewhere familiar–and missing the exit because I’m completely lost in a daydream. And the daydream usually involves me writing a book (or blog or essay of some sort) in my head. I tell myself when I start driving that I’m going to pay attention, and without fail, my resolve weakens, and without realizing it, I’m sucked in and driving right past my exit.
I did it on Saturday. And on Monday. And again today. And if I had driven on the freeway on Sunday, I’m sure I would have done it then too. And as soon as Gabe reads this, I’m going to hear it. I conveniently forgot to tell him about all three instances. And Monday’s was a triple-dip, meaning that as I backtracked, I ended up missing two more exits.
Someone PLEASE share something to make me feel better. The dumber it is, the more I will like you. Or if it’s something serious, feel free to share that too. Anonymously even.
And somehow, I managed to spew out 450 words when I really meant to stop at “Thanks for understanding” a few hundred words back.
Happy Hump Day, Friends!