Take Care Baby Girllllll...

This one came out of nowhere. I was running an errund to pay my library fine and the man holding the door open as I walked out said, "take care Baby Girl". I think I looked at him like, "huh"? I sort of had to process it and take it all in. Up to this point, I have not been addressed as "baby girl". That was a new one. I liked it. Went straight to the office and had to tell Johnny about it.

Anyways, I've decided after Sunday's post that I tend to blog when I'm lonely. I didn't even realize it. I kind of had a nagging suspicion that I was lonely but I was too quick to write it off. Then I met with my counselor today and lots of things started to make sense. I tend to forget that I really really love to be known by people and LOVE knowing others. Not just in the casual, "I made a pot roast last night" way. But more in the, "I'm raging inside and want more out of life." I love knowing what is going on inside. I love hearing what people are mulling over regarding God, themselves, and others. It's not like I've never thought of this before. I've known all this for years, but have somehow lost connection with it in the the busyness of being a wife and homeowner and employee in the fast-pace society of the US. Yuck.

Blog dudd hits again...

It's been a while....

It's Sunday afternoon. About 4pm. Have people coming in a few hours for dinner yet feel the strange compelling to sort of "connect" with what is going on inside. Yet at the same time am pondering when to start the Rotel cheese dip. Strange how diverse our lives are....Rotel dip and bratwursts and the dimensions in our souls being limitless and infinite.

Does anyone else sort of shut down after too many overwhelming feelings rise up in you? The sermon this morning was about desperate prayer. He made it sound like that is such a foreign thing for himself and most of us comfortable Americans. For some reason, it seems like my life. I was trekking with him. I've felt pretty desperate lately....particularly for a few people that I find myself loving dearly. I desperately love my nephew. I want his soul to remain intact in a world that doesn't promise any such thing. I want my dear friend to be put back together after many many shattering blows to her heart by others, life, her own choices. How do you go from desperate prayer for dire circumstances to mixing up some Rotel dip? I don't know...but I'm about to.