I think I’m posting blogs further apart these days. It feels like I am. Quiet moments are not presenting themselves this past month; I’m not good at blogging around noise, or in a crowd. I prefer no distractions.
Thank the Good Lord for creating Mark Zuckerberg. Facebook satiates my hunger to express myself. If you want to bet my Facebook friends that I am their most frequently posting friend, you’ll win that bet. I post a lot.
Here’s the alarming part of my Facebook presence. My FB activity is an example of me exhibiting self control. What my FB friends don’t realize is all that stuff I’m saying on Facebook is only HALF of what I WANT to say.
What’s wrong with me?
I give myself little lectures. I say, “Okay Miki, that’s enough. People have had enough of your shenanigans. You’re going to resist the urge to post what’s on your mind for the next week. Got it? Got it.”
Five minutes later. Reggie is snuggled in the blankets projecting such cuteness, it would be a sin NOT to post a picture of him. Plus, I need to mention how much I love him. Because, that’s original, right? I mean I REALLY love my dog; nobody’s thought of that. Suddenly, slipping back down the slope.
Sometimes I’ll post something on FB, let it sit for a few minutes, then delete it. Occasionally, I’ve had friends ask me where a post went. I just tell them I’m sorry. I had second thoughts.
What’s a girl with an addiction to writing words, and a head full of silly thoughts to do?
Thanks for the therapy sesh. I’ve missed this between us.
Now, in the interest of time, I’m going to express blog the rest of my way through this. I thought I might highlight a few random tidbits occupying the space between my ears. This might be how I blog until I have time to go old school, long blog again. Prepare for your life to be changed:
When people say, “I don’t mean to brag”, they mean, “I do mean to brag, but I’d like to be excused for it”. I generally don’t mind when people brag. They should leave off the, “I don’t mean to brag” part though. When I hear that I wonder if I SHOULD mind.
The verdict is in; I’m ready to share the results. I’ve had my Fitbit for almost one year. It works.
I have a routine I follow each day to get my steps. It is rare for me to change my routine. I had a couple of extremely busy days last week. Time did not allow for my normal routine. I fell quite short of my step goal on those days. I realized on those days that my default mode is inactive. I am not your friend who will bustle around you, fluffing pillows and picking lint off your sweater, because I just can’t sit still. I LOVE being still. Love it.
For some reason, my mind believes it’s accountable to my Fitbit; I’m not telling my mind otherwise.
The Fitbit works for me.
Speaking of steps, my super good work friend and I walk at lunch. We walk the same route each day. One day, there was a man who was standing off the sidewalk, more towards the street. The man was smoking, and yelling something. He seemed angry. At first, I thought the man may be in charge of some construction in the area. As we walked closer, we realized there was no construction in the area.
That day, my friend and I decided to change our walking route.
On a different day, I was walking alone. I was startled when I heard a man yell something in my direction from behind me. I looked, and I saw the same man who was yelling in the street. This time, he was sitting in a lawn chair, outside of an apartment. He was a big man, with a big belly. He was wearing tiny shorts. Nothing else. It wasn’t warm.
My good walking friend and I have discussed this man at length. We have agreed that if he should ever pursue us, we will make every effort to push each other in his direction to save ourselves. I thought I might say “Take her. She’s younger. She’s smart. She can do your taxes.”
Sometimes it’s just good to have your cards on the table with people.
Zeke and Olivia are in a church group called “Impact”. The group is an off-shoot of normal youth group. Impact is for kids who might be asking themselves, “Why are we doing this again?”
Impact takes an up close look at the Bible. The kids discuss what they read, and ponder how it may apply to their lives right now. The other day, Zeke happened upon this scripture in the Book of Romans. He was excited about it:
But the basic reality of God is plain enough. Open your eyes and there it is! By taking a long and thoughtful look at what God has created, people have always been able to see what their eyes as such can’t see: eternal power, for instance, and the mystery of his divine being. So nobody has a good excuse.
Zeke thought this scripture answered a lot of questions for him. I agree. God reveals himself to EVERYONE through creation.
I hear from God every morning. I see the black sky dotted with white stars first, until the sky turns pink as the sun rises. My eyes take it in, and I know: man did not create this. I would know it, If I had never heard a single sermon in my life on Earth. I see an eagle soaring over the river. I look at my small hands. No hands like mine put that eagle in the sky. I feel humble. My heart knows a God like this should be worshiped.
*Photo credit to my friend, Rebekah Brackett. She is an artist. She captures beautiful pictures of her world, and shares them on Facebook.