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.