Friday, November 26, 2010

Stream of Consciousness*…

“While you’re sitting around thinking bout what you can’t change and worrying about all the wrong things…time’s flying by…moving so fast…you better make it count cause you can’t get it back.”

Um. Carrie Underwood, could you have sung a more perfect song?! I didn’t think so.

Yesterday, as I sat around listening to what everybody else was thankful for, I was thankful that if God saw fit, I will be done with school in a year and a few weeks.

Today, I am thankful for time. Time I spent with family. Time that I jumped…or leapt…off a rock not knowing if I’d ever find solid land again. Time when the only thing my hand held was faith. Time when I watched all control I ever even thought I had slip right through those hands. Time I loved and held nothing back

Time when I gut-wrenchingly wrote this post knowing loving holding nothing back is so hard. Not a two-way street.

Maybe I will always love that person more than they love me. Maybe I’m expecting them to show their love and missing the millions of ways they show that same love to me daily.

Maybe they think I’ll never love them as much as they love me.

Regardless, I’m thankful that love makes time worth everything I’ve got.

As Carrie sings in that same song, “It {love} sure makes everything else seem so small.”

 

Love is so big. So grand. So…impossible to understand. And to know that I am loved…well, that’s enough for me.

God’s love is perfect. Even when ours isn’t.

The end of this hodgepodge blog. :)

*When I title blogs this, I mean I am writing whatever pops into my head and flows out my fingers. Not stopping to correct. Or check for comprehensibility. Just….my thoughts.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Doncha?

You want me to say sorry, doncha?

You think I did you wrong, doncha?

You think you’re perfect stuck in a stinky life, doncha?

You think if you don’t get your way immediately, you an throw a huge fit and pretend everyone is horrible scum except for you, doncha?

But you know that truly you’re not the golden one, doncha?

You know I’m not saying sorry for the umpteenth time, doncha?

You know I don’t deserve to be treated the way you’re treating me, doncha?

You know I’m not standing for another single second of it, doncha?

I’m moving on. I refuse to let myself be treated like dirt. YOU chose your life. I’m choosing mine.

You know this is goodbye, doncha?

Monday, November 15, 2010

Tight…

Hank and I…we were tight. REALLY. We were. When he took his last breath recently, I was fairly annoyed. Doesn’t he know how many papers, lesson plans, and websites we had left to write and research?

Yes, my dear Blog Readers, my dear Hank LapTop died. And now I have a new one. I’m thankful for the new one (who remains nameless for now…no offence, new laptop).

But I miss the comfort of the old and familiar Hank. Hank who had all my passwords, edited pictures, and favorite websites saved.

Maybe I shouldn’t mention the fact that Hank wasn’t named until today. Or maybe last night. I can’t remember. But we were tight. Nameless-until-yesterday-Hank and I went through so many rough times together. And yes, maybe it is materialistic.  Nevertheless, I miss him. And I wish he’d revive himself. And that  he would teach this new laptop all his tricks—he had some of the best tricks.

Well I guess that’s it for now. Time to put this new laptop to sleep as she is still a baby and needs her rest. Or maybe I need the sleep.

I wonder if I should send announcements for the new arrival…

:)

J