Man! It has been ages since I've been here. Here is where my bf lives and I just can't neglect it. For me to put my thought out allows me to breathe mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. Everyday I try to stop by but life gets in the way! Ok ok! Yes, I admit it my blog is my bf! It is an extension of myself and who better to be a best friend than yourself?
Like last Wednesday I worked late to do some catching up from the week off and when I got in my jeep, it would not start. The battery was deader than a door nail. Believe it or not it was a good time to die on me. Dad was close by and I only had to wait about 20 minutes. It took all night and I was left without time here. Then I had to do some pupsitting at my parents and I couldn't steal away for some pen time. Argh.
I do think and talk aloud. I jots notes down but it does nothing like here in llj land! I am glad to be back. While I am at it, I am figuring out how to scrape out more time to really put pen to the paper more. Yes, I've said that before and no results. What is habit making unless you keep trying until you find a habit that sticks? I will succeed. I must.
I wish for a writing space. I wish for writing time. I wish to write that book. I wish to make an account of the God-lessions I don't want to forget. I wish to write for me. I wish to write for someone like me. I wish to know if I am a one of a kind crazy or if there are others like me! I just wish to write well...
.:note:.
How do you spend your time when you are waiting for someone to come to rescue you?
Dig out the New Testament that you stuffed into your bag. Just start reading it. Time goes faster and you are not biting at the bit to be somewhere else! It is peaceful and guess what? You don't need batteries! I love the ipod but God's Word eases all your anxieties =)
my dearest Comfort,
Thank you for allowing my jeep to die on me at a perfect time. It happened on a night that my dad was closer than being at home. He was able to help and I got to eat supper out with my parents. If it would have been on the weekend, they would have been gone and I would have been stuck without help close by. Thank You for Your Ultimate Wisdom. You knew the perfect time. Huge huggers!
Perfect timing... I place my hope in Your perfect timing for my painting, my writing, and that huge and scary dream of that condo...
always your daughter
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