headache.

baby robins!

...gonna be empty-nesters soon...

journal shopping

i'm pretty sure moleskine notebooks are waaaay too ridiculously over-priced.

Today's Verse: 2 Thessalonians 2:16-17

Bible League of Canada. You made my day. 

I mean, God used you to make my day.

Thanks. 

well then.

is it ok for me to depend so much on the people, things, events, atmosphere (etc) around me for my spiritual health? is that a sign of immaturity? ...i don't know what i think about it. but it worries me, because sometimes the environment (including work, amount of sleep, etc) i'm in is just dry. dry dry dry. 

and so then i am dry. dry dry dry.  tired, frustrated, angry, and dry dry dry.  

i wonder which came first. dry, then tired/frustrated/angry, or tired/frustrated/angry, then dry? or was it a combination of the two, growing into a complicated duo-snowball effect, tripping me up and then smothering me under mountains of dust, grass clippings, and blisters?

...pretty sure that tired/frustrated/angry doesn't really fit under the heading 'fruits of the Spirit'. also i'm pretty sure that 'patience' is definitely in that fruits of the Spirit list---oops. epic fail. but how does that fruits of the Spirit list function? is it a list of things to check off, as i accomplish them (as my attitude falls more in line with God?) and then when i can check them off, that's the Spirit's work...or 'maybe' the Spirit works and then those fruits appear...

ok. (just thinking out loud here. or, on the screen.) so when i'm tired/frustrated/angry, i know i'm not cooperating with the Holy Spirit. because there are no fruits. i'm too tired for fruits. so by choosing to spend my time the way i do right now, i'm choosing to put myself in a place where those fruits just don't happen. i walk out into a desert and wonder why my skin is all cracked and sore, why my soul is downcast, why i snap at the smallest, most insignificant little things.

ok and here's another analogy...i'm sitting in the desert, whining because i'm super thirsty and i KNOW where the water is, but it seems to always be just out of reach. obviously, when it's a life-or-death situation, there's this innate unstoppable urge to get to that water, whatever it takes. so why am i still sitting here whining about it? why am i whining about whining? ugh i make myself so mad.  tired/frustrated/angry. 

Gotta get up and get to know that Living Water. Duh.

psalm 42

passed all my courses.

that's cool.

but I still dunno what to do now.

rain.

Rainy days are amazing when you actually get to go home early, have a hot shower (super long, super hot), and not be soaked and cold all day.  (this is the first rainday I can remember in recent EG history!? wow!)

But it gets a little awkward when it stops raining pretty soon after you get home... :)