Father knows best...

Sometimes I'm so closed off to the way Christ sees things. Sometimes I have exactly everything I need, but since I didn't get it the way I planned to get it or the way my mind thought up best to go about getting it - I fail to see it. I fail to see that He provided exactly what I asked Him to provide, exactly what He promised to provide, but in a totally different way. In an awesome, twisty-turny, sort of way that only He can dream up. When I'm finally able to shake the fog from my heart and actually see with His eyes - all that is in front of me, all that He has done - I gasp with disbelief. And feel pretty darn foolish I hadn't seen it sooner. But it's also at that moment I can smile, look up to the sky and fully appreciate His mysterious and extraordinary ways. It's then that I fall in love with Jesus...all over again :)

Thanksgiving...eh.

Thanksgiving is tomorrow and I truly don't care. Not that I'm not thankful or even joyful, I just really couldn't care less about the whole stupid day. This time of year, the holidays in general, just suck anymore. I haven't looked forward to this stuff in years. I mean it's just me and Madison and she's a teenager. Christmas is no longer exciting. It's lost it's sparkly magic wonderment...and that just plain sucks. I'm sure I'd feel differently if I had, oh I don't know, a husband and some more kiddos! Ugh. And if I wasn't so dang broke. Blah. Whatever.
I sound like I'm complaining...and I'm really not or maybe i am...idk. I just feel like pouting today. Maybe I'll feel differently tomorrow, when I'm stuffing mashed potatoes and pie in my face and playing with my chunk of a nephew. Let's hope so.

My first time

I've started this blog because I've recently fallen in love with the idea of being a writer. Not that I'm qualified for such a title, by any means, it's just a kind of daydream I suppose. Anyway...I like to put thoughts down in words. I'm crazy about words. I once fell madly in love with a fella, simply by reading his words. He had such beautiful words...sigh...But we won't be discussing him here...not yet.
Moving on.
I'm not sure how much is too much for my first time, so I'll keep it brief. Although I just slammed a large coffee and will probably be up for a few more hours. Anyway, I love stories. Everyone has one. Some are more interesting than others, but we all have one. I think this is a fantastic way to share those stories! So I suppose that is that. I'm off to do some Facebook grazing, possibly get started on this policy position paper I have to write (doubtful) or maybe just read until I zonk out. Have a great night and God bless :)