Thanks to a quote from Lance English, I have finally put my finger on what exactly exhausts me so much in this world and why I often refuse to enter into "intellectual" debates. I grow weary of those with passion unfounded in knowledge and equally weary of those who've killed their hearts on the altar of knowledge.

There is so much on my heart. Christmas tends to get me with a rawness, an amazing awareness of how much I've been given. Just how very much God loves me. Talk of babies and miraculous pregnancies and family and such. It's a hard time. Add in that it's the busiest time of the year at work and trying to get all the Christmas gifts made when my ( Read more... )

So I got asked what I meant when I said that just because I desire to be someone's helpmate does not mean that God has a husband planned for me. It gets into some deep theology, so I thought I'd make it a separate post.

( Cover me, I'm going in deep. )

I have a lot of things I could or should be doing right now but I'm so tired and rather overwhelmed with life. I keep forgetting that I'm a closet introvert and that if I don't get enough downtime I end up falling down. I woke up in a weepy unhappy mood. I love my new therapist but it's hard work talking through all the things I don't want to ( Read more... )

I find it oddly tragic (tragically odd?) that I find myself blushing as I unpack my new apartment. I meander from task to task, losing my sponge, walking 50 times back to the kitchen for one more paper towel, all the while feeling defiant of the quiet little voice that keeps echoing the criticism that is somehow miraculously absent outside of my ( Read more... )