The View from My Door

The view from my front door

Thankfully, the sun is in full effect today.  I just don't do well with prolonged periods of dull grey skies.  Yesterday was another dark, wet day.  I don't normally sleep late, but on days like these, when I am able and I need to, I do.  I did yesterday and today.  I used to feel guilty about it, even though it happened infrequently, but not anymore.  I figure if I didn't need the sleep, I wouldn't be able to keep my eyes closed.  But I do have to keep watch on why I do it when I do.  This morning, I could have gotten up at daybreak, but it was cold in the house and I just didn't want to go out in the wetness to bring firewood in and then fiddle with getting it started, all the while shivering and trying to keep from waking everyone else.  So I chose to roll over and go back to sleep, snuggled under my warm blanket.  Not the best reason for not getting up, but not the worse.  The one I will fight to keep away is depression.  If that had been the reason, I would have gotten up no matter what.

 

Anyway, I spent all day yesterday working on papers for school.  I'm behind, but catching up.  I thought when I was home with my shoulder injury that I would have no problem sitting down here, knocking those papers out.  Boy, was I ever wrong!  It was difficult to type before my shoulder surgery, but impossible in the months following.  Only now am I back to a point where I can sit and type at all, much less for prolonged periods.  God touched my shoulder on December 30th, and it is steadily improving.  I know it is healed completely, but it has not fully manifested yet.  Still, on the night of the 30th, I was finally able to reach behind my back without excruciating pain.  Not only that, but I gained probably three to four inches of mobility behind my back that night!  Praise the Lord!!!  Jesus is so wonderful!  I have been healed before and those things have never returned, so I have faith that this time will be no different.

I know this isn't the most interesting blog you've probably ever read.  I don't really even know where it's headed.  I just know I need to keep at it.  It's something I've been feeling the need to do, but it's never been the time.  I know now is the time.  With a life as uneventful as mine, the temptation for some would be to spice this blog up with tales of being tracked down by the attorney of some long, lost wealthy relative telling me I had inherited millions upon his death, or of winning the lottery and traveling the world, but perhaps what I have to offer can be found in the mundane.  I suppose it remains to be seen. 

 

  

Let the Year Begin!!!

 The dull, dreary, wet weather today in no way dampened the joy quietly bubbling to the surface of my soul.  Oh, it tried to invade, even going so far as to try to shroud my eyes in midday slumber... no, more accurately, the feeling was more like that thing trying to actually wrap my head, like a mummy entombed... but I arose and drove that familiar thing OUT!  The physical act of starting a fire in the fireplace was my personal prophetic act of forcing the dankness out of my spirit and emotions.  The fact that it took such a long time to get it to actually take hold was a huge clue that I was onto something...
I carried on with the normalities of the day... I fed the animals, did some laundry and dishes, picked up the trash the goats had strewn across the yard in their midnight raid, and made breakfast, but I also broke up the monotony by baking some of my world famous chocolate chip cookies, deconstructing the Christmas tree, coloring my daughter's hair, and sitting down for a while to start a blog.  This blog.  


It's close to midnight now, on the first day of this new year, and I'm only now beginning the part of my blog that will be for normal human consumption.  The previous several hours were spent transcribing the powerful prophetic word I received last night at church.  That is just for me to digest and redigest, study and restudy, pick apart and put back together... I am greatly encouraged, to say the least, and I KNOW this year will be different for me and, consequently, for my family.

I am new to the blogosphere, but I am no stranger to writing.  I only hope that what touches me will, in some way, touch you.  By the end of this year, I will not recognize me.  That's a good thing.  I hope you will join me, even if only on occasion, on this journey of renewal and discovery.

There's something simmering, and eventually it's gonna have to boil over!!!

       I'm welcoming 2014 with a shake of my mane and a roar of awakening!