She knows me well.

She knows the beating that 2009 gave us.

She cares

No matter how badly last year treated you, just walk tall with your head held high. This is a brand new year, baby!

Yeah, it may have just been a forward but it was a funny one nonetheless.

He has shown me so much truth over the last few months. I’ve talked for endless hours on the phone with my sister and other dear friends (who know well how much I dislike the phone) but it seems so hard to put words to page here about it.

The Lord is not only teaching me things but giving me opportunity to apply it immediately. I learn best that way but of course He knows that. He is stretching and molding me and I am so pleased to feel the warmth of His touch. At times there is discomfort in the process but I look ahead to the possibilities of what He is showing me and I pray He doesn’t stop.

Spiritual warfare and prayer are foremost on the list of things He’s shining His light on for me. Thirteen years of being a Christian and finally now I’m beginning to grasp the miraculous power we have available to us through His resurrection? Years of crawling, not even walking, by faith with no real understanding of the power that my union with Christ in His crucifixion avails me?

Why do so few pastors preach on things like our need to daily put on the Armor of God? I don’t get it.

We are in a battle people! Look at the evidence, there are dead bodies all around us. Christians too are being defeated by this unseen enemy. Why are there so many casualties when the battle has already been won?

More than likely it’s simply a lack of strength for the battle. So many of us are starving to death for lack of spiritual sustenance.  There is a feast of astounding proportions waiting for us to feed on daily in His Word and instead we nibble. A little bit here, a little taste there, wouldn’t want to get too full now would we?

Well not me. No, I’m gobbling up His Word like it’s a chocolate cream pie, hold the whipped cream, thank you very much. No utensils, no hands even, just mouth to food and here I sit with verses strewn all over my face. It may not look pretty but I’ve never felt so full and content. Even better? I’ve never been so ready for this battle that I’ve always been in the midst of but never really known how to fight.

How about you, are you starving or feasting? And how’s that going for you?

They are shy in Wisconsin and fast too. If you came near them, and when I say near I mean is-that-a-deer? near, they took off running.

In Texas, the deer have a whole different attitude. They don’t give a hoot how close you get, they ain’t budging. I’d swear they know exactly when hunting season begins and don’t plan on taking cover until the day before the shooting begins.

The other day, we pulled up in the car very close to these little guys, there was a group of about ten to twelve. Since some of them were blocking the road, we yelled for them to move. Nothing. One baby looked up, almost ready to go, when it was quickly chastised by the rest of the group.

So hubby stepped on the gas and hit one.

I kid! But we should have, there’s just something about a deer with attitude.

They seem to taste better.

The thing is, we still have not been told of an appointment time, worse, we have no firm commitment for even a particular date of closing. Someone has to have dropped the ball and now I’m just praying we will close on the house next week.

Drats! Drats! Drats!!

I so wanted the extra time this upcoming long weekend afforded to start the cleaning, painting, and fixing process. I’d also like to have my stuff surrounding me again.

This “life-on-pause” thing I’m in the midst of is making me crazy. I think it’s driving everyone around me bonkers too. Or maybe I am?

Press the PLAY button already would ya? Somebody?! Anybody?!

It’s not living out of this for the last two and half months that’s pushed me over the edge:

Really it isn’t.

And it’s not like I haven’t been to visit all our stuff at the storage units. Well, once.

I’m pretty sure my stuff misses me as much as I miss my stuff. The file cabinet tried to be stoic although I knew down deep it felt empty without me. But we all agree if necessary we could all live life without each other. It might be hard but we could do it.

We just don’t want to do it. We want to be together again. My sofa misses my behind. It didn’t actually say so but it was giving me that vibe.

This life on pause thing is harder than I thought it would be.