I always have tons to say in my own head and then by the time I get a new blog post open I lose it all.
Like yesterday, something came to mind and the words were perfect in my head, I never opened the computer and today can't even remember what I was gonna say.
Again this morning I had tons to say as I drove home from picking up creamer for my coffee and yet again opened my computer and nothing.
So here are in no particular order things i wish i had more to say about:
+I could write about the sweet book I'm reading called "In a Pit With a Lion on a Snowy Day", except I'm only 24 pages in and can't think of a halfway intelligent thought besides i wanna be a lion chaser.
+Or I could write about my small group at youth group last night only quite frankly I don't wanna share about that; it's good stuff and it needs to stay in the walls of that room.
+I could share about the trials of teenagers and the heartache of realizing they will one day trip and fall and I won't be there to catch them, but then I may cry and I'm having a good make-up day and as a fair skinned redhead those are great days!
+I could share my new level of anxiety attacks. Funny how those creep on. When I was at my anxiety attack height I would find myself waking suddenly at night gasping for air, the worst of which attacks left me uttering nothing but the name Jesus, Jesus over and over until more compiled thoughts, prayers and scripture verses came to mind. No, my new level is much more subtle, more sneaky and seem to come on much earlier in the night and yet they remind me that it is only my Savior who can calm the root of my attacks.
+I could write about my garden and the broccoli we have harvested, and by we I mean me; or the fact that my celery plants are doing good despite the fact the cats keep wanting to poop in the box that houses the small seedling containers.
+Oh and then there's the fact that the trampoline should come down. Each time the kids jump on it springs fly off in all directions like mini projectiles wanting desperately to bust a window out; but I just can't take that part of their lives down yet.
+I could write about my desire to start some sort of Detroit-ministry-fundraising-sewing-venture but am being held back by...? fear? uncertainty? lack of motivation? Actually I'd appreciated prayers on this one.
+I could write about our trip to Savannah, the fact that I'm gonna be a great-aunt or how much God has blessed Steve's business.
I could write about so many things and after typing all of that I think I did write about them.
What about you what would you like me to write about? Do you have any questions for me?