Song of Solomon
Realize you’re human…
and start being.
“I’ve always loved being a tomboy.
What you see, is what you get.”
“I don’t want to be the next anything.
I want to be the first me.”
She ‘served’ it up to me. She’s only 21 but she’s an American Idol contender.
You go, tomgirl!
Don’t leave your comfort zone so often that you’re never comforted.
Give yourself permission to enjoy the here and now.
Books are to be called for and supplied on the assumption that the process of reading is not a half-sleep; but in the highest sense an exercise, a gymnastic struggle; that the reader is to do something for himself.”
I’ve been away from my blog but do have draft notes. Future entries will include personal and home projects that have released me from myself and started my transformation. For today, you just need to know that I challenged God this afternoon.
After a morning of physical labor, I showered and dressed and felt great about my progress. I was also thankful that my body is slowly becoming stronger. I had a renewed sense of myself and was looking forward to the rest of the day. I walked toward my “God in every moment calendar” and thought ‘what could you possibly have in store for me that reflects today’s accomplishment and my feeling of being headed in a new and more positive direction’?
It was a genuinely curious and skeptical inquiry that was resolved by reading May 17:
The God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will Himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.
It’s Peter 5:10
My faith was reinforced and my tears were silent.
Questions Under Introspective Enlightenment Time
I’ve gone through that change in life and am in the next form. It has been a cleansing metamorphosis. I can finally fall to earth in all my beauty and splendor. I’m forecasting a blizzard.
My 19-year old daughter hugged me and then critiqued that she’d felt a roll. Always quick to provide the not-so-obvious thanks-a-lot, I’ve been hiding-that-the-best-I-can comment, she struck me to the core. With my head down, I trudged into my mother-in-laws bathroom. Wrong move. Not the in-laws visit so much as facing the dreaded scale in there. I don’t have one at home, so I figured I’d see what the numbers said. I’d been trying not to subject myself to this audit. I do admit that a year ago my pants were hanging off me and now not-so-much. My first reaction was that the scale was broken. I mean, my pants had been getting tighter too but that was just my husband learning to do laundry. The waistbands were shrinking. So were my bras. I was only recently growing a pair. Does that happen when you get older, fatter or both? If they were planning to hang around more than they already were, new lingerie had to be in the near future…
and if that’s the case, I’ll just roll with it …and be more huggable than ever.