My instant reaction to being "too busy!" is to go find my grumpy pants and slither into them and whine about the demands of life. I've been trying to organize the differences between venting, and complaining... because I do believe they are different. I try to just vent currently,and do my best to swallow the complaining... because good grief- I signed up for all of this!
I've noticed however, that there is a deep sense of fullness intertwined throughout life. God is everywhere, and always there. My relationships have much deeper meaning, where I live has purpose, what I do is... well an end to a means for the most part, but God is in that too.
One lovely blessing in my week, is that I help out with The Dock (an after school program that seeks to touch kids lives with the truth of God). I go in on Mondays. Pretty much, I hang out with a kids between the grades 6th-12th and get beat in every game I try to play.
I'm not even kidding. I can't even win a sticken game of Uno to save my life. I believe the kids team up against me as I frantically try to win. But I'm a pretty good looser, so it works out
I'm scheming up a defense to my loosing streak, and thinking of having a craft table. Because no one looses at crafts, and no way can I loose at a craft "I" invented. Its brilliant.
I also speak at "Talk Time", a lesson the kids have to listen to before "snack time"
Which, is by the way, way more popular than talk time. No body denies the amazing-ness of food apparently
A few Mondays ago was my first time. I choose to share with the kids my struggles with forgiveness, and what the Bible says about forgiveness. I mean, when you read the verse that says "God will not forgive you, if you do not forgive others"... thats a pretty big deal! In fact, it stood out as a very, clear, and loud warning to my current circumstance.
So next Monday, I lead talk time again... and I have been rummaging around in my brain for a good topic, trying to go for what God wants me to share. I have great ideas that use art, I have other ideas that use... other things... but I just have this strong conviction to use things that are relevant- and what God has been speaking to me.
So I am currently outlining a talk about the word "Honor", and the story I have about this word, and what it means, what it looks like, and what God has to say about it, and bla bla bla. We shall see what happens. I'm thinking slide show... keep me on track... yeeaa
In the mean time, I have a test to finish up, a paper to write, coffee with grandma, and the Dock's Grand Opening to attend, and all the other things a weekend in Dani's life include.
I will add however, I am rather proud of my breakfast this morning. I, the woman who eats cake and ice-cream for breakfast...
Or like the other day, a can of Broccoli Cheese Chowder, finished off with an oreo before school.... and I am choosing to deny the chocolate chip breakfasts...
Had three bowls of Frosty Mini-Wheats! This is a step! I tried this thing called oatmeal a few weeks ago, but couldn't get over the gooey texture. It was not pleasant. But frosted wheaty things in some milk? I can handle.
So this box will last me a few days before my brain panics and becomes convinced it is stale.
Am I the only person who freaks out over stale food?
How American am I?
That I freak out over food, thats not rotting, but stale... as in... flavor is a little less than desirable...
DO NOT even get me started with my phobia against mold. oh-my-goodness-sakes.
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