Blogging @ MindSay

As you, my friends well know, I have not blogged very much about my everyday goings on, as I guess that I felt the need to just blog when I had something significant to say, such as my poetry, song or story of some kind.

But as it has been pointed out, by several of you, you would love to know how things are in my world, and would not be bored to read about my life, so I will make an effort to write more.  And, come to think of it, I am never bored hearing about your lives, so turn about is fair play, hey?

Joseph, my dear friend, crushgroove blogged today about what the Lord did for him, after he just whispered a prayer, and about the goodness of God, and it triggered in my mind what has been going on with me.

I am prone to coughing that comes and goes, usually triggered by bouts of acid reflux.  When it happens, it tends to hang on until it has gone down into my chest and caused bronchitis, and this past few weeks has been no different.  When I cough I make such a racket, my husband says he is sure it would raise the dead, and the whole town can hear it. but it is because the coughing is not productive and almost kills me before I am done.  My sides ache, my chest burns and I am as weak as a kitten before it is all over, because I spend the whole night coughing.  I have to take cough syrup at night, just to try to make me drowsy enough to not cough for a bit and get a little sleep (and my husband a bit of peace).

So, to make a long story shorter, Joseph mentioned that he said a tiny prayer for God to help him in his situation, then kept on through his symptoms until God came through for him.  But what I had done during the past few weeks was to pray but then mope around and stay in bed and away from church because I did not feel well.  And of course, along with my illness came bouts of depression because I had not been out in ages and I felt so weak.

Therefore, on Saturday, I was at my wits' end, and I was trying to prepare songs for the Sunday service, as I am supposed to play the piano for praise and worship.  I had missed the previous Sunday, and I knew that it put them in a bind for me to miss, and I was just trying to get up and about, although I still felt bad and was coughing the whole time I tried to practice the songs.  I finally just left the piano and said "this is it" in my mind. 

I was alone in the apartment, and I finally just fell to my knees in prayer.  I spoke a few words to the Lord in English and then the Holy Spirit took over, as I was at my wits' end and did not have the words to express my spiritual and physical condition to the Lord. I don't know how long I spent on my knees, but toward the end, the Lord lifted my spirits so much that I stood and started dancing before him, and He restored the joy of my salvation to me.  I felt as though the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulder....what a relief...but I was still coughing on and off.

But I struggle through the practice, through the night, and was determined not to miss service....and do you know, I coughed up until service time, and I coughed a bit afterward, but I did not give one cough DURING THE SERVICE! It lasted an hour and a half, and I sang through five songs, which lasted over thirty minutes and I did not utter one cough.

What do you think? Do you think that the Lord wanted me to step out in faith and allow him to do the work, instead of wasting one more service lying around in bed?  Do you think that the Lord sometimes tries our faith? 

I would welcome your comments and replies about when and how your faith has been tested.

Bless you all; thank you for being faithful friends and my Mindsay family.

Bonnie

I'm really a horrible blogger.  I vanish for a few months and then blog something.  Doesn't that remind you of someone else who vanishes for months (or half a year)?  Perhaps he's rubbing off on me.

This blog is the last blog I'll be typing from this apartment.  Tomorrow everything will be moved across the parking lot to a two bedroom that has a balcony, a larger kitchen, a dishwasher and where the bathroom sink is actually in the bathroom.  Most of me is excited, yet another small part of me feels a tad bit sad simply because this happens to be the first apartment Josh and I ever shared together, thus it has sentimental value to me.  The change is, however, quite necessary.  Everything is cluttered and I can't stand cooking in a cluttered kitchen, I really can't.  I can't organize things the way I want to because the space we've had for the last two years has become smaller and smaller, leaving no room for organization to be even remotely possible.  And if I can't organize my home, I can't organize my thoughts and then everything else continues to be disorganized and effects my performance in all areas of my life and I just can't have that.  More space means more organization which means a less stressed and very happy Farrah.  Then Josh could be happier, too. 

I'm not saying I'm unhappy; just saying that things can go a little more smoothly with some good old fashioned organization.  I need to make it to where the bills can be found without having to search in three different spots.  Washing dishes won't take half an hour because I was too tired or lazy to do them for a few days.  I can even probably get a couple of plants and hang them outside or something.  Put a comfy chair and a little table out there and I'll be able to read in the sunshine like I remember fondly doing in California so often. 

Oh, no, there's no way I can be unhappy.  It would really be a waste of time to even try.  Josh won't let me remember what unhappiness truly is.

wow. i haven't blogged in a long time. not too much has happened..i moved away, then i moved back home..and now i'm graduated and heading off to college in a little over two months. I'm attending Faith Baptist and majoring in Christian Education with a minor in Administrative Assistant. I can't wait!!! Right now I work at grocery store as a cashier, and it's okay but I am ready to move on with life and work somewhere else. Right now life is super complicated for me...especially in the relationship department. I like this guy but I don't want to pursue it because I don't think I really could afford to have one right now with college starting soon and the fact that this guy lives like 2 1/2 hours away from me kind of ruins the idea. But we'll see I guess. Anyway that's about all that's happening in my life....

Bye :)

Dixie currently feels:

 Alone

 

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I haven't blogged much this week.

 

I've been so exhausted with all of the exams and revision sessions I've been doing.

I've been coming in and falling asleep most of the time.

 

With everybody now leaving me, all I do now is download music and sort it out - then put it on iTunes.

 

So far, I only have 850 songs and 57 videos.

But tomorrow I'm going to add loads more.

 

 

The Media Studies exam on Tuesday was piss.

The two 20 mark designing questions were exactly the same as the ones we had in the mock - design a music TV programme, and design a comic front cover.

 

I did the same two designs.

Typically, it was the best drawing of #1263 I've ever done, and I won't get to keep it.

 

Those Welsh bastards at the WJEC better appriciate it.

 

 

Today I had a Geography exam.

It wasn't so easy, but it wasn't overly difficult.

 

I have Friday and Monday off - FOUR DAY WEEKEND - and I'm gonna chill like fuck.

I might even end up eating all the ice cubes in the freezer.

 

It's been so hot recently, but today, I'm wearing a hoody in the house. Mam's wearing a jacket, dad's wearing a jumper - it's so cold.

 

 

Mam upset me earlier, so I used BSR again.

I only did 5 cuts, just above my elbow, but they were quite deep.

 

 

I downloaded 'That's Not My Name' by The Ting Tings earlier.

It's a really bright and happy indie-pop song, and it cheered me up a bit.

 

 

I've tried completing The Impossible Quiz four times in the past 10 minutes.

Every single time, I died on question 107.

 

107! THERE'S ONLY 110!!!

 

I watched a video of someone complete it, and I KNOW I can do questions 108, 109 and 110.

 

It's just 107!

 

...Alright, "wearing a tie" is a suggested tag today.

 

I haven't worn a tie in ages.

 

 

All through the Geography revision sessions, I've sat at the back with Miraan and done nothing but draw freehand sketches of #1263.

 

They've all turned out quite good.

I've drawn her in her school uniform from the end of the novel, wearing #1264's huge polo shirt from Rivalry, in her favourite outfit of a white and red shirt and green shorts, and then I drew her bedraggled and distraught after Imprisonment.

 

I've began to write Decampment - the chapter that comes after Imprisonment.

I need to finish Perseverance, then I'll be able to post it up.

 

I've gone over chapter 1 of Fire of Glory, and that's ready to be re-posted.

Either today or tomorrow, or even Saturday, maybe Sunday, maybe Monday - I'll go over chapter 2 and I'll post that up as well.