There Might be Plenty of Fish in the Sea, but I Really Like the One Next to Me

I came across this post today.  It is a very interesting read. I’m glad to be done with the dating scene. Our marriage is not perfect, but we learn as we go. And I find that every day, I really do love my husband more and more.However, I also find that any restlessness or bitterness I might feel, in part, comes from too much social media; comparing myself to others and seeing what I don’t have instead of counting the blessings I do have.

Life is too short to be a grumpy cat. Turn off the social media, smile lots and be thankful.


Change is Good

Sometimes. Like, in this case; I am (attempting) to overhaul my blog. ( Just some little stuff, maybe a food category…:) )
I’m still quite a beginner at this WordPress stuff, and am learning everything by trial and error. Here’s hoping I don’t manage to delete my entire blog!
Hopefully, everything will be orderly in the next day or so.


Pickin’ up the Book

After skimming some other blog posts today, some of which made a reference to C.S. Lewis, I was reminded of a book I bought a while back: ‘Mere Christianity’.
However – and, this seems to be the norm for me lately – I put the book down after the first couple chapters, and never picked it up again. ( Even despite my initial eagerness to absorb everything this brilliant man had to say about anything!)
Today though, is a new day.
Most mornings, I start the day off doing devotions. My imperfect attempt at drawing closer to God, tangled with morning ADD, mediocre coffee, and scribbled ramblings/prayer. But lately I’ve found that this alone is not enough to stimulate my mind; not enough to deepen my understanding of God, of Christianity; not enough to get me inspired or excited about Kingdom work.
In NO way am I implying God is not enough for me.
But it is certainly not enough on my part to call myself a Christian, do devotions, go to church, and repeat steps 1-3.
Before I go off on a tangent about my failings and shortcomings as a Christian, however, this is the idea I’m getting to:
I am finally going to read the book.
( Go ahead; Hold me to it!)
It’s not exactly an answer, just an attempt to stimulate that dusty brain of mine.
Also, as an attempt to blog a little more regularly, I will record my findings.That is, write down what inspired me, what I learned, what I’m sorting through, etc… And of course, please feel free to comment!

Chapter 1 done, and a reflective quote for the evening:

“These, then, are the two points I wanted to make. First, that human beings, all over the earth, have this curious idea that they ought to behave in a certain way, and cannot really get rid of it. Secondly, that  they do not in fact behave in that way. They know the Law of Nature; they break it. These two facts are  the foundation of all clear thinking about ourselves and the universe we live in.” (pg. 8, ‘Mere Christianity’, C.S. Lewis)


I remember thinking to myself, several weeks ago, that I was reaching that one year anniversary of blogging. And that, to celebrate such a thing, I should write something…
Well, that was May.
The one year anniversary was June.
Now it is July.
More and more, I see that, if one is not intentional about something, it will come, then it will go…
And like sands through the hourglass,
So are the days of our lives.
I am guilty of that in most aspects of my life. Wanting – intending – to plan something ahead of time; a birthday event, a gift, a favor, etc.; but then procrastinating until it is too late. And instead of showing love to the ones I love most, in a creative and intentional way, they get a big, fat rock.
That I painted.
For Mother’s Day.
Four days late.
Thankfully, (and as I of course, already knew) my Mom loves homemade gifts, and thus, loved my “Rockin’ Robin” painted rock.
But I know eventually, this procrastination must cease. Or at the very least, decrease considerably.
I’m slowly learning to go forth, and actually DO.
Over a year ago, I knew the best way to do my devotionals consistently, was to add it to my morning routine.
Over a week ago, I added exercise to my morning routine.
I think that’s a good word for the day, don’t you?


Hit the Wall

Can one lose their joy for writing almost as quickly as they had found it? Are personal deadlines or goals, in the world of writing, creativity ( and ultimately, productivity ) killers?
‘Cause I think I’ve hit the Wall…
In this blog, for the most part, I have kept the focus on faith; Anything recently learned or discovered; anything that inspires or challenges me…
No spiritual journey is a smoothly sailed one. Or, others might say, what goes up, must come down.
Often, that is me; UP down UP down UP down.
I’m trying to write an article; so far, I have a rather large portion of it completed. Now, it is just a matter of filling in the blanks, then making it really come to life. Making it enjoyable to read, interesting; something that perhaps might even encourage and inspire others!
As it stands, most of the article is as vague and dull as this following sentence:
The sky is nice.
One might ask, ‘What does that even mean?? Is it night? Is it day? Is it cloudy? Starry? Blue or pink or lavender?’
Perhaps one writes best, when with all their heart.
And maybe it’s one of those days, where my heart’s
So then, how does one refresh their soul, and get back in the game?

A Story Behind the Name

I love my husband. Even with all his little quirks. And prior to marrying him, I figured I had a pretty good idea of what I was getting into.
One of his quirks – an “evening quirk”, perhaps is what I should call it, – is that he sleep walks. And talks. I’m just thankful it’s not every night. Or that I’m in too deep of an unconscious state to take notice.
On a less active sleep talk/walk night, he might mumble a few things in his sleep that my brain is too groggy to comprehend. Or get up from the bed to look out the window. At this point, I will patiently tell him to come back to bed. And he listens everytime. So far.
But there is the occasional night, that I am left baffled and amused…

It was the middle of the night, a few months ago. Something had caused me to come out of my deep slumber into a state of almost-consciousness. Most evenings, I would just roll over, and quickly fall back asleep. But this night, my barely-opened eyelids caught some movement; a desperate thrashing of sorts.
No… not thrashing.
More like… swatting.
My husband  was frantically swatting at something. Had I been given a couple minutes to figure things out, I might have come to a logical conclusion, like, perhaps there was a bug buzzing around the room.
That is, up until- clear as day- he asked ” How are you doing that with your eyes closed?”
But I’m..?
What am I doing now?
I don’t think I even had a chance to verbally express my confusion, before my husband stands up on the bed, and starts swatting at the ceiling fan!
Thank goodness it was Not turned on! ( Whether or not as a result of this little episode, we have not once used our ceiling fan during the night.)
The following morning, I just had to know what was going through his head that night. So I asked him.
Apparently, I was flying a bunch of little remote-control helicoptors around the room. With my eyes closed.
Why he was swatting at them, is still a mystery to me.
Was he trying to destroy them?
Or catch them?
We may never know.
I married a Sleep-walker. I guess these are my evenings from now on.

Beginner’s Blogging Babble

If I were to write a blog, what would it be about? What about myself would I want to share with everyone? What opinions or insights would I want to post on the world wide web? Maybe that depends on my blog readers; my audience. My audience should determine my topics, right? Or should my topics determine my audience? Or perhaps it’s both?
Since a blog is essentially a Web Log, and I, the Web Logger, I guess it would make sense to start with who I am.
24. My age that is. Not my favorite number. Or TV show, for that matter.
Hands-on. No, hands off for you, thank you. I mean, I like to work with my hands. I like arts and crafts, photo stuff; I like to bake, put things together; I like to write. And write… And write…
I am a Christian. And an introvert. So you may not see me downtown preaching on street corners anytime soon. But I do believe in one truth; that God loves the world- that God Loves US.  That Jesus died for our sins; though we are broken, selfish, and undeserving. And that he sent us the Holy Spirit, to guide us through all of our days. And out of our Love for God, we in turn dedicate our lives- our selves- to serving him and the kingdom. My faith. In a nutshell. (Now, if only it were that easy to live out my faith!)
I’m sure most of us, at one point or another, have pondered our purpose. Why am I here? What am I supposed to do? I cannot exclude myself from these ponderings, but have been thinking about them from a slightly different angle.
I have gifts. Not because I’m extra special. In fact, we all have gifts. And though lately I have taken a lifekeys course to help shine a light on what these gifts are in my life, I still find myself scratching my head, and mumbling  “Huh?”
So, my struggle as of late…
What the heck am I good at?? I’m talking way more than just enjoying something. I mean, what can I do that inspires others? How can I serve God in such a way that feels natural? In such a way that allows me to be fully who He made me to be?

And so, I continue on this quest!