Everything but sleep. In fact, I even just accomplished a home work assignment with my very lively 6 year old. What I would love to be doing right now, is sipping on some grown up juice, but in this wave of change, that is not going to be happening any time……and I am okay with that. So I will happily stick to my green teas, black teas, ❤ Bustelo ❤ , apple cinnamon tea, peach/green tea, and stick to my artsy path. It suits me so much better. It is not as if I have been drinking for years. I am 30 years old, and actually had my first drinks at 30 years old. I can live with out alcohol. My liver and I have this wonderful connection and such a great relationship. I am not ready to break up with it.
1.) Sex did not happen until after the “I do’s”
2.) I have only physically had 1 partner in life, gladly so,……(but many in my mind) <—- SMH not proud of that. This is me knowing what the Bible says about lust. If the world in my head existed in real life, I would perhaps be unrecognizable. But wouldn’t many of us? (I’m a work in progress)
2.) I earned my degree
3.) I waited until 30 to drink (and can live without it)………I think I have done pretty well for myself, thus far….set aside from the inevitable stings of life.
I have been counting my blessings, one by one, and totally focusing on the positives, especially in this one week. While at the same time on the front line in a spiritual battle that I saw coming, but was ill prepared for. I remember calling out danger, before it even happened.
To every man with a woman who will fight to keep her family together, let me tell you something, learn how to work in a partnership. Partners listen to one another and take heed to warnings. She may see something coming that you do not see, and like wise, you may see danger miles away. Your responsibilities to one another, is to listen and equip one another for storms that are sure to come in relationships. Do not try to be macho and think that you know it all, because in the end, that selfish pride, is going to hurt you.
I am just randomly writing at the moment, and drinking my stale gas station coffee. I had to get some writing relief. The tension was excruciating. I discuss more of the issues of my heart, through written word than I do verbally, these days. In my search for more of God, I am finding a matter of choice and resistance going head to head, fiercely.