"What is Man that Thou art mindful of him?"
I have not written often, because as I alluded earlier, in order to blog something else will need bumped. A few friends have suggested it's worth a try to see what wins --discipline or the keyboard. (Do not take bets.) I'm going to post a couple things I've written in the past, since copying and pasting requires little effort on this snowy Sunday.
For me writing is simply self rebuke. And if you saw my back log of writing, you would know I often need rebuked. Writing comes less out of wisdom, and more out of being frustrated I make the same dumb mistakes. So before you read anything I've written, let me summarize and save you some precious time. Life can be hard. God is faithful. I can fail. God is faithful. Comparing and despairing still gets to me. Again, God is faithful. Trust me, what I say I say over and over in different ways. I'm still trying to apply the basics. I want to be honest, because you probably have better things to do! God tells us to apply our hearts to wisdom knowing that this will be an ongoing process. I hope my posts are not full of "false humility," but rather believing confession is good for the soul, I know I have a lot to confess! And I know that "perfect" people tend to make me feel isolated and inferior; you don't have to worry about perfection here.
I read some blogs, and marvel at what you women can do. I'm serious. Well, I do not sew, neither do I quilt. I have no idea what elk meat taste like having never been a member of the Elks Club (or Moose Lodge). I don't "grind me own wheat to make me own bread," as the Giant in Jack and the Beanstalk nearly said. I can't play oboe, violin, harp, or even chopsticks ( I can play Scrabble!). I don't sketch unless you count etch a sketch. (I do doodle.) I don't even make jam. Our garden does not exactly produce bumper crops, um I don't French braid my daughter's hair. No one milks any goats, makes any cheese, scents their own soaps. What I'm saying is... I'm not really a Proverbs 31 woman (though we did make the doll!). I don't like getting up early. I don't seek wool and flax. In fact, wool makes me itchy. I seek cotton. (I'm more like Proverbs 30 1/2. I KNOW, there is no Proverbs 30 1/2.) I'm really glad our loving, wise Lord, and the Shepherd of our souls, gave us Proverbs 31 to aspire to this perfection. I love reading the model of the perfect woman....but as it starts out in verse 10, WHO can FIND a virtuous woman? Not here on my blog anyway. But I hope you will take five minutes to go read Proverbs 31 after you read this. It's lots better. :~) Pretty please.
I do like to write, and I hope you enjoy reading more than editing, because I'm not so great at grammar either. (No, grammar did not get run over by a reindeer, and I do hate that song!) God, who is He to me? He is the Door, the Light, the Truth, the Way, the Hope, the Source, the Comfort, the King, the Savior. I don't love God enough. It's true. He deserves way more of my time, my heart, and my obedience. I am thankful for his Grace. He has always been faithful to me. I'm so grateful to Him, for Him.
An incredible Savior friend, who never tires of me, never gives up on me and I marvel with David--
Psalm 8:3-4 When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visits him?
So welcome, again to this blog, which may just be getting started and remember-- Whatever is true, honest, just, pure, lovely, think on these things...or read my blog.
And if you hear from me too much, please be my friend and make me post 100 times-
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I know that is mean. But if you visit my blog, you need to know up front, I can be mean. So there it is. Chances are I never will be a Proverbs 31 woman.
I have to go pass the baton. I'm showing my fourteen year old how to make my world -famous- legendary- pecan sticky buns. Okay, maybe not world famous, but pretty special at my house. My dear hubby and children may just rise up and call me blessed when I make them!
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• Feb. 12, 2006 - Untitled Comment
And on the Hooked On Blogging...keep warning me. I need it. My husband gives me an incredible amount of rope to hang myself with when it comes to writing. I think he expects me to be responsible and use self-control or something. And when it comes to writing and reading, I'm not to be trusted.
I took your very first post to heart for myself.
But keep warning me/us. My son says sometimes I don't have ears, and there is a very good reason that he says that about me.