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Each Day Already is a Challenge
A Texas Sunrise
 
A friend, William Taylor, took this picture. He visits Surfside Beach with his dogs almost every morning, watching the sun rise while the dogs prance about at the water's edge.
This is only about ten miles from where I lived in Lake Jackson, Texas. Sadly, I only visited this beach about four times in the six years I lived nearby.
Each day is a challenge. A challenge to get by without thinking about the fibromyalgia pains. A challenge to stay awake when chronic fatigure wants to take over. And a challenge to navigate through fibro fog.
I haven't been writing as much as in the past. For years, I wrote at least 500 words a day. Now, I'm lucky if I write 500 words in month. Sigh.
For more information about what my day (or life) is all about with fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, chronic pains, IBS, depression and everything else thrown in, check this out:
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It's not often that I make three entries in one day. I could have, certainly, just added to the others. But I wanted this to stand by itself. And when I'm finished, I'm going to retreat for the day. At least until much later. I really have things to do!
Anway, in the last post, I mentioned that http://www.crosswalk.com had been reorganized and enlarged. Boy has it.
Here's an excellent starting place for anyone who wants to know more about Jesus - who he is/was, who he isn't/wasn't, who he said he was, etc. It's an excellent resource. http://www.crosswalk.com/whoIsJesus/1346092/
And for those who want a good article refuting the claims that the bones of Jesus were found: http://www.probe.org/commentaries/tales-from-the-crypt-do-we-have-the-bones-of-j...
I'm tired now. Exhausted, really. And I think I'll just go and take a nap. Nighty-night. |
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If you have never visited "Invalid Item"  , perhaps now is the time.  I admit, we don't often have a real give and take there. And sometimes it gets rather tiring answering the same questions over and over again. (Accusations, often.) But at least once a week, I feel a nudge to go there. This morning, I didn't have any questions to pose for our Muslim friends on the forum. Nor did I have any answers. But I did feel like I needed to share. Here's what I posted there:
I was just feeling so loved and cared for and at peace that I just wanted to share some of that. I hope that's okay.
Today I discovered that Crosswalk.com has been changed, reorganized, and enlarged. It's a great place of reference to find out about God and about Jesus. It also has a place for searching the Bible - with many translations.
This morning the devotional there used these verses:
2 Corinthians 1:3-4 NIV "Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God."
I wish that everyone in the world could come to know my God, this God. Why would I ever want to trade my God who gives me hugs and holds me when I need to be held, for one for whom I have to prove myself day after day after day. I know that I am not worthy - alone, that is. But Jesus made me worthy. He made me whole.
And because I don't have to prove myself worthy day after day after day, because I don't have to prove anything, I want to show my love - to God, to my neighbor, to the world. I want to share the peace, the joy, the love that surrounds me and engulfs me each and every day.
Even as I write these words, tears of joy trickle down my cheek. Thank you, Father God, for giving me such joy and peace and love this morning. You always know when I need it most. |
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Now I understand what my mother and grandmother told me when I was just a kid. Time really does fly. Sometimes it seems as if the hours and days just speed by without much participation on my part. I wonder where the time goes. I wonder what I have accomplished. Nothing?
Some days and weeks that's just the way it seems. Like I'm just treading water. Like life is going on all around me, but I'm just standing still. Hmmm.
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Yesterday, the news local evening news was on in the other room. I was half-way listening to it, but not really. I heard the news anchor mention a school shooting in Michigan and I figured it happened either in northern Michigan (where one of my sisters lives) or in the Detroit area.
I was surprised to hear that the shooting took place in Midland, Michigan. That's where I lived! That's where my parents had lived. That's where my other sister and her ex and her two kids had lived. I wondered if any of them knew the girl who had been shot, or the boy who did the shooting.
I called my sister, who now lives back in Texas. She said that things were rather tense at work yesterday. There were quite a few parents of Midland teens attending meetings in Texas. They were all concerned about their kids. The school was in lock-down for a while. Fortunately, most kids had cell phones and most used text messaging to inform their parents and friends that they were okay.
My sister told me some details that had not appeared on the news. The news said that the girl had broken up with the boy and he went to school and shot her. What it didn't say was that the girl was not in school yesterday. Her mother drove her to the school to meet the boy to talk. Mom waited in the car. When the fight started, the mother drove her car in between them. She watched as the boy shot her daughter once in the arm and three times in the chest, then put the gun to his own head.
Can you imagine how that poor mother feels? She drove her daughter to meet this kid. And she watched, helplessly, as her daughter was shot.
Supposedly, the girl's condition was changed from critical to serious yesterday afternoon. Hopefully, prayfully, she will be okay. But, then again, will she ever really be okay? Will the mom? Or the families of both kids? Their friends?
What a different world this is than the one in which I grew up. Personally, I would gladly give up cell phones and text messaging, even this very computer, if we could have just a bit of those Ozzie and Harriet days back again.
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On a happier note, here's my bunny. I know lots of folks have them now, and so do I.
This was a gift from gardengirl and made by AntiBarbie   .
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. This writer has provided a few examples of bad trips. They're really....well, funny, I guess. I do believe I'll have to enter this one.
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