Tomorrow is moving day. It will be an easy move this time, as we accumulated precious little in worldly goods while we were here, because of no space to put them in.
Several bags are filled with clothing, sitting at the front door for the truck tomorrow. It seems like someone is leaving with "the clothes on their back", but there's more to move: the computers, the TV, the bookshelves with their books. The bed. Two dressers. A table which holds our PCs.

And a red sword.

I have learned much in this year. I have learned more than I thought I would. I have learned limitations, points of strength, points of weakness now becoming strengths. I have learned.
There will be new lessons to be learned in our new place as well. Streamlining yet more, and yet more, as we move forward from this laser focused start.

I am excited, and I thank Abba.

Have a God week. MMMore to come after I strike the campsite. Wish us peace.

MMM

In exactly eight days I will have a new campground. My oasis here will not change, only the portion of the DOTR that houses MMMe and my love.

Wish me peaceful journey and tranquil moving.

MMM

Read This.

This little one echoes the cry of MMMy heart, even as my mouth cries for other things, MMMy heart knows what I really want, and it is Him, only Him, and through Him, Abba and Comforter, and between the three, I stand.

MMM

It is time for me and the hubby to move on.

I thought many times about how to say everything I needed to, but the longer I stay silent, I discover that all has been said already, and there is no more.

MMM

Or they revoke my blog license.

Just kidding. I hadn't blogged in quite a few weeks, and here's the reason, suddenly apparent: Before time, this blog was a place where I came to weep a lot more than I've been weeping lately. Lately I feel a brighter wind, hear a calmer sun, feel a cooler heat, a drier water. Things are changing around here. I'm more happy. Because I am insisting on that result from the universe and trusting God that He has already given me the measure of faith to complete it all.

I am no longer looking for reasons for MMMartyrdom. And to that end, I am MMMore like who I want to be.

The process is not always easy, but putting the end result in my face constantly makes me ignore the not easy and just get. it. done.

The alternative would not be the easy part. The alternative is doing.
Nothing.

Not acceptable, and therefore, ignored.

Have a God week.

MMM

greater sick minds than MMMine wrote this, but it's apropos and shareable, so there. Sicko, indeed.

MMM

I'm This Girl.

Sorry, Abba. Fix that for MMMe, would You? Thanks.

MMM

And This morning is a brand new day. nothing can be done about yesterday. thank Abba he is faithful.

Have a God week.

mmm

Yesterday we had an accident. Car crash.

Anyone who knows MMMe knows this is crash #6 for me. For hubby? Crash #1, and in our only car....sigh. He was a little overwhelmed. :( Mine was the coolest head out of everyones, and here we go again.

Another chapter in the Story of the Wrecking Ball.

Sigh.

MMM

For the past few weeks it's been anything but smooth. But I understand that when you're leveling mountains there's a fair amount of digging, a fair amount of mud and rock, aching arms, hairy moments when you narrowly escape being buried by the falling earth.

I know what the pathway will look like at the end, and for that alone, I soldier on.

Have a God week. Love you guys.

MMM

Of friggin' Course they have a right to privacy. The public side is shown on tv and movies. Or at appearances.

If you want to be different than your public persona in private, that's not my affair. And it shouldn't be anyone else's. Naturally you'd be curious about it, but if they're not asking for a glimpse into your life, why do you insist on living vicariously through theirs?

Personally I'd rather operate under suspension of disbelief in that case. I can't be disappointed while I do.

Discernment, however: we're not perfect, and expecting them to be is way too much.

This post is yet another reason why I will never ever ever embrace religion again.
I can completely believe a church would do this to one of their own.

Jesus' part, the miracle of the loaves and fishes, I don't have a problem with. But barring someone from Communion because they worship in a different place is F====B======.

The One who is my God I embrace with all my heart. Make sure you make that distinction in your own. And all are welcome at my table, as far as I have to share.

That. Is. ALL.

MMM

Today I did something I hadn't done in years: I took the bus home from work.
There was about a mile of walking when I was done with the bus ride.

It was AWESOME.

So was the shower at the end.

MMM

I've been wearing a pair of shoes with heels for about a week.

I've noticed I walk differently, more businesslike, have to pay attention to my posture and watch where I put my feet.

I wonder what God has in mind.

MMM

Today I have begun my day properly, with an exercise in mental reshaping.
I believe in God as strongly as I did yesterday.
I believe in the future as strongly as I do everyday.
I can't worry about yesterday; it's a finished work.
I can't worry about tomorrow, it's an unbegun project.

Have a God week.

MMM

CHARGE!

Have a God week. ;)

MMM

Came back from Palm Springs yesterday, a great weekend with my hubby out in the 118 degree desert. You know the Desert of the Real is actually cooler? Man....

Anyway, it was a great weekend and emotionally charged. i had a blast. there is footage of me which I hope never shows up on YouTube. ;)

Have a God week.

MMM

Today I went for my usual morning walk but I had a chance to greet my neighbor, because I ran in front of his car while I was crossing the street.
No, he didn't hit me.

I also prayed for the people in my household. I hadn't done that in a while.

I also thought about what I wanted out of life. I've spent most of it wanting what other people wanted, and got great intangible rewards, but the reality is that no one cared whether I was fed or clothed or housed. Many of the people I served had nothing to give back to me, and the system that I worked for didn't care about those things. When they were done with me, they turned their backs on me.

No, I'm not resentful. Much. I was, make no mistake. The first few weeks after I was let go from my last job and denied a chance to work in the field I would have excelled in, I was very resentful. And depressed. And angry. And hurt. All at the same time.

But now I have a chance to restructure my life, I am going to turn it into what God wants it to be, a life lived for Him, happily and well.

I read a quote from a mother with a lot of kids whose husband was murdered. Her response: "And we go on."

Nothing that bad has happened to me. Thank God.
If it does, I will still Thank God.

And I go on.

Have a God week.
MMM

I resent my own dissatisfaction. Why am I so damn restless?

Example: I spent a while today changing my blogfaces again. I couldn't find one that was perfect, so I settled for this one. It's perfectly serviceable and yet I want more.

I wish I was more at peace with myself.

Abba, can you hear MMMe?