well, monday. hmm... yep, still monday.
it's a rainy day. the kind that's good for
reading and apple cider. mmm, delicious.
no such pleasures for me. school and
work. no rest for the weary. oh ouch,
even as i say weary, my eyes responsively
close. i'm tired. i have been since last
weekend. such a weekend...
hmm, so i recently have been thinking
about faith. now, you'd think that a born
and raised Christian, arg i don't like that
word, would have it figured out. well, my
limited number of readers: that is the most
false accusation i've ever faced. ok, maybe
not the most false, but it's up there. in the
top fifty at least. i struggle so much with
this small thing called faith. the Bible says
that faith as small as a mustard seed can
move mountains. MOUNTAINS. whether
it be ararat or st. helens, laundry or trouble-
some coworkers: faith and trust can go
such a long way. i think i've gotten so
tired lately, physically and spirtually, that
i've forgotten that. i've forgotten how to
live and trust. in an effort to live life to the
fullest, i missed the main goal.
but not anymore. sometimes i wake up and
i wonder why i act more like eeyore than my
normal tigger self... i miss being polyanna, i
miss being bouncy, trouncy, and fun! the main
things are the plain things. and raw faith, raw
trust, tiny bits of it... long ways.
now if only.
finish a sentence.
wow.
