I must say it is a rare thing for me to flip on the boob tube. Tonight was a rare occasion where I wanted to park it on the couch and zone out while eating spiced up chicken and rice with my hubby. While George Foreman's converion story should probably be moving to a sister in the Lord, I wasn't "feeling" it. And then there was this show called "Jail". I was disturbed. Then 34 previews kept popping up on commercial breaks for some lame-o show starting tomorrow evening where people have to feel into these large urn-type-things and supposedly one of the urns has a poisonous snake in it. Whoa. I just wanted to enjoy a nice program on the sofa and detox after a busy day. No chance baby...no chance.
I feel overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with lots of little things that need to be done in my head. Overwhelmed with where to spend our holidays....whether to travel a lot and overextend ourselves during the month of December or take it easy and maybe miss out on a special Christmas with an aging relative. It's like I don't know how to make these decisions yet I feel this huge drive inside (on all occasions not just picking where to spend our holidays) to make the most of our time etc. That is a huge source of stress in my life....I never want to miss out on anything. I really value living life to the fullest and seizing the opportunities before me....yet somewhere along the way I become overwhelmed like it's all up to me to figure all of it out. I'm going to go lay in my big fluffy bed now and talk to God about it....
Me and George Foreman are in the family of God.....
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