Now when you lie...to your husband...about praying...you know you have issues. I can't remember if it took me hours or days to finally go to him and tell him the truth. I still struggle with this. I am so opposed to nearly everything a Christian Conservative stands for that I struggle constantly. For the observant reader, you will have noticed I don't even call myself a Christian but a God Freak. This is not just some random Bethism but calculated.
I do not believe in coincidence. The Taoist in me believes in Karma and the collective energy of the Universe. Now that I'm a God Freak, I have not changed my original belief, but added a layer. I believe God speaks to us though seemingly random events. Events most would label "Coincidence". So, 3 texts, in a row, all connected (though my background knowledge. You out there in the interweb won't get it) made me sit up and take note. So, this is me, trying to put more spirituality in my creativity, inviting you to join me, while I work though my issue with publicly showing the depth and level of my commitment to God. Hang in there with me while I work though the balance between in your face and in the closet.
Today I'm grateful for:
God Texts. The visual I have of God thumbing out a text makes me giggle. Bet that was part of his plan.
balance. I can do this. I can occasionally blog about God without becoming one of "those" people I make fun of. I can find balance, I can reply to the text, I can laugh at myself.
shifting further to the left. I'm not yet back to center, but I'm still moving in the right direction. Even with lack of sleep and first of the month. I am indeed a Property Management Superhero *swirls the purple cape and flourishes the yellow sharpie*
the Facebook PM from my mom. My Mom's a Facebooker. That's freakin cool. Now if I could just get her to quit using that creepy default man shaped avatar...
Chili night w/ Kelly. I can't believe it. I've turned into one of those pathetic mothers that gets all excited when her grown daughters come to visit. Farkle! When did that happen? I'm way to cool for that kinda crap.
Pixie art. Her latest drawing could so be my tattoo (yes, I still want one) My kid has mad skills but if she becomes a tattoo artist, my husband will kick my fluff ass, but she won’t. She WILL be an awesome female drummer w/ an alternative rock band. Or the first female president of The United States who plays drums on the weekend for an alternative rock band. Either is OK.