Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Stagnant

Its a SOUL ASYLUM kind of day.  One where I want to disappear and start over somewhere else.

F.Scott Fitzgerald said, "I hope you live a life you're proud of.  
If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again."

But what are the "How-To's" in starting over?  What if you don't have options, or can't see them?
I'm not "Positive Pasty" today. I'm more of a..."Discontent Darcy".
Oddly enough, the Word of the Day is Remodel, go figure : /  Thanks for the irony Abba.  I need to meet with Him.  But then again, I may mentally escape to Bon Temps for a while.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

St. Patrick's Day (not-so-short) Synopsis

Happy Sober St. Patty's Day!

My hubs returned from Texas early Friday morning.  Last night was our first night to really spend time together.  As we were driving home, I told him about my thoughts of having an Irish coffee or Guinness for St. Patty's Day.  He didn't say anything, just messed with his phone (the usual)...then a song began to play through the stereo.  He then responded to my statements with, "I don't think that's what you want" and just smiled at me.  I thought "Dork, but I so love him."  The song he played was WORTHY of AFFECTION.

It's ridiculous how well he knows me... No, it is beautiful how he cares for me.  He doesn't engage me in dicussions on things he knows are not good for my mind to be set on.  I admire that quality in him and am humbled by it everytime.  The thing is, after listening to this song (which I've heard a hundred times)... I turned to my sweet husband asked him, "How is it, that after listening to that song, nothing else matters to me?  There is nothing I want more than to be with God, nothing is as important or satisfying as Him.  And now I feel stupid for even considering other stuff, even if just for the novelty of it."  He simply said, "I know."  Then he played this song, You Bled from a lovely group we love called Rend Collective Experience.

I love the song b/c somehow it draws you into reflection with each word.  The "Jesus love me" part I have yet to be able to sing for crying.  There in the darkness of a country road at midnight, my husband and I, hand in hand, wept tears of joy because we are loved and welcomed into His presence, called His children and are freed.  It's those moments I treasure with my man and my Abba.  I love the "Jesus loves me" part b/c they are not singing to convince themselves of His love, but rather they are enjoying it, dancing in His love!  It's how we should be, at least internally.  I was in that place after the redirection of a couple songs.

My high school English teacher (Mrs. Hargrove) always said the rule when using a comma is "When in doubt, leave it out."  I had my doubts on having a drink on St. Patrick's Day...thus I left it out.  Instead I embraced what the day represents which is Irish culture and the legacy of St. Patrick.  This morning we made Irish stew and listened to music.  The legacy of St. Patrick is one of helping others, bringing Jesus' love and teachings/promises of God to a people so that they too could be reconciled to God and know real joy & real peace and dance in his presence.  He was love's hands and feet.  I, on the other hand, suck at being that with consistency.  I can do it a few days, a weekend, a couple weeks...but let those relationships get frickin' real, as in them wanting to really know me, and my walls are up and I disappear for a few weeks.  It's ridiculous.  I've got to improve.  I must get out of my own head, as they say.
As for today, I very much enjoyed it.  I had the pleasure of meeting one of my favorite friends' new born son, who is just the sweetest blend of she & her husband!  Then we came home, enjoyed some stew and now I have business to attend to with my favorite leprechaun.  (And by business I mean "gettin' busy-ness".  And by leprechaun, I mean my man.)
Happy St. Patrick's Day!!


Saint Patrick's "Breastplate" Prayer
I bind unto myself today
The strong Name of the Trinity,
By invocation of the same,
The Three in One and One in Three.
I bind this day to me for ever.
By power of faith, Christ's incarnation;
His baptism in the Jordan river;
His death on Cross for my salvation;
His bursting from the spicèd tomb;
His riding up the heavenly way;
His coming at the day of doom;
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I bind unto myself today.
I bind unto myself the power
Of the great love of the cherubim;
The sweet 'well done' in judgment hour,
The service of the seraphim,
Confessors' faith, Apostles' word,
The Patriarchs' prayers, the Prophets' scrolls,
All good deeds done unto the Lord,
And purity of virgin souls.
I bind unto myself today
The virtues of the starlit heaven,
The glorious sun's life-giving ray,
The whiteness of the moon at even,
The flashing of the lightning free,
The whirling wind's tempestuous shocks,
The stable earth, the deep salt sea,
Around the old eternal rocks.
I bind unto myself today
The power of God to hold and lead,
His eye to watch, His might to stay,
His ear to hearken to my need.
The wisdom of my God to teach,
His hand to guide, His shield to ward,
The word of God to give me speech,
His heavenly host to be my guard.
Against the demon snares of sin,
The vice that gives temptation force,
The natural lusts that war within,
The hostile men that mar my course;
Or few or many, far or nigh,
In every place and in all hours,
Against their fierce hostility,
I bind to me these holy powers.
Against all Satan's spells and wiles,
Against false words of heresy,
Against the knowledge that defiles,
Against the heart's idolatry,
Against the wizard's evil craft,
Against the death wound and the burning,
The choking wave, and the poisoned shaft,
Protect me, Christ, till Thy returning.
Christ be with me, Christ within me,
Christ behind me, Christ before me,
Christ beside me, Christ to win me,
Christ to comfort and restore me.
Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ in quiet, Christ in danger,
Christ in hearts of all that love me,
Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.
I bind unto myself the Name,
The strong Name of the Trinity;
By invocation of the same.
The Three in One, and One in Three,
Of Whom all nature hath creation,
Eternal Father, Spirit, Word:
Praise to the Lord of my salvation,
Salvation is of Christ the Lord.


Tuesday, March 13, 2012

3.13.12

"Nothing in God's universe happens by mistake."
I dare say the Word of the Day is no exception.  Today's word is: fecundity!  
It's going to be a good day!!


Monday, March 12, 2012

Admission

The following things are the souces of guilt/shame in my life/christian walk.  One of my goals is to determine if this guilt I feel is spirit based (in which surrendering such items to Christ would be the correct response) OR if what I feel is based on people, their opinions and lists of things a "good" christian should/ should not do (in which the correct response would be weigh with a pro/con list to determine it's value and if it's something worth tweeking).
I admit:

  • If I know it offends someone or am around children or a more conservative crowd I will most assuredly respect them by choosing other terms.  But frankly, I like most curse words.  Now, I would not use them as a "sailor", but in certain instances, a good f-bomb feels so damn good.  And I fancy saying arse or ass, but mainly for comedic purposes.  If I use such words when it feels right, around people who don't care, is it "bad"?  Sometimes, it makes me comfortable with a person.
  • Desiring a drink evey now and then.  I had my bouts with alcoholic type behavior and binge drinking.  That was also a good almost 8 years ago.  I know all the AA responses to such a comment.  Eight years ago I had virtually no healthy coping skills.  Today, I am a heck of a lot more sane and honest.  I'm not saying I want to get trashed.  I'm saying a drink on St. Patty's, not to escape anything or knock myself out like it was years ago.   
  • Movies or television shows with sexual, drug, taboo content.  Nurse Jackie, United State of Tara, TruBlood, and those Strange Sex or whatever shows where people are arroused by the wierdest stuff, just to name a few.  Those are ridiculously entertaining shows!  They don't provoke the response of wanting to use drugs, have affairs, be a vampire or lick my husbands shoes...they are merely entertaining.  However, I'm aware that what you fill your mind with comes out in your life some way or another.  Probably in the above mentioned profanity issue : /
  • I want a traditional church with real tradition that's been pasted on for years and years, like the prayers and various sacraments.  I think they are beautiful once you know why they're done, what they represent.  Soo many Christians my age are against this.  Why??
  • I want a progressive church as well, with both modern worship songs and hymns.  I want for people to stop saying worship is the singing.  Worship means "to be bent, to be broken for service".  We sing to focus our senses on Him, to reflect...I get it, I treasure it.  I digress. I want a church that doesn't water down the grace and love of God for fear that people will go wild for sin.  I want a church that doesn't compromise the holiness of God or his call for us to strive to be more in line with His Word just so their numbers go up, so they "feel" like they're reaching people.  
  • Eating meat.  Now, it's Lent & I'm not eating meat for that purpose and all it entails.  But even the few months last year when I did partake in carnivorous delights...I felt bad.  It seemed like it just didn't line up with who I was anymore.  Now, my dad's grilled chicken wings will always line up with who I am. But aside from that, it just felt wrong.  And it grosses me our to watch other people eat meat too. I think negative thoughts about them as they're biting into the animals cooked flesh...as if they are so selfish to eat another being.  Then I feel so hypocritical for thinking of them that way! To each his own. Maybe just respect the meat you eat, like Tristen from Legands of the Fall :)  
  • Lastly, I really like to talk about sex.  Southern Bapist raised girl likes sex, what??  I think it is so intersting.  I like to play the PENIS game, have ever since middle school.  Garon & I played it tonight...ok, well I played it while he blushed. (And that was just over Skype!)  I think perverted jokes are hillarious and seem to have a more masculine sense of humor than the average woman.  If God didn't want us to laugh at the penis, why does it look so goofy?!  
I'm sure there's more.  I'm also sure that in my gut I already know the answer to these things...just wanted to get them off my chest. 



Chickpeas, Chocolate, & Mental Chatter

      For dinner I had spegetti with chickpeas & various other vegetables, chocolate shaped like SpongeBob Square Pants for desert...now on to the mental chatter, which is the reason for such a blog as this.
      I used to journal quite a bit.  It was honest, dramatic, and at times poetic, definitely romantic in the swells of emotion sort of way.  My life was not rainbows & sunshine, although I do love a good rainbow and am pretty fond of the sun beaming through clouds... but at least I felt I was in touch with myself.  ("I don't want anybody else, When I think about you, I touch myself.." random musical falshback :/ )  
      I have felt very disconnected from me on and off for the past few years.  I woke up to  realize it's been over a year since I began my current job (which I didn't think I  would even endure for an entire year).  I acknowledge I have been going through the motions of life for over a year and have had only fleeting moments of really feeling alive or being me.  By me, I am identifying my personality, which I had come to accept, value, and enjoyed living in  on a daily basis.  I knew my faults and assets.  I was ok with them and felt I was progressing in becoming more authentic and at home with just who I am.  Cut to the past year... I have worked a tremendous amount of hours, for which I was paid little and taxed great.  I work in an extremely unhealthy environment, mentally unhealthy, with hostility and laziness... this is NOT going to be a blog brimming with work complaints!  Basically, I have been doing right action with the motive being it's the right thing to do.  Whilst, I have been neglecting my inner self and allowing things to fester... or go untended for over a year.  Now I have had bouts of self assessment and have progressed in some areas...yet for the most part...it bothers me very much that I still have spells of depression, self doubt, perfectionism, competetiveness.  I understand this is an aspect of the human condition.  Neglect your inner self, your spirituality and you will be disconnected, at least borderline resentful and lacking the feeling of being the you you once befriended.  
      This blog is an effort to get to know me again and befriend her.  I want to know what really inspires me, what makes me truly smile, how I love and receive love.  I want to explore my personality in relation to my Christianity.  I want to throw off every wieght that entangles so that I may know God...really know Him, really be loved by Him, accept how that love changes me.  I want to know Him and not the legalist retoric or conservative palaver, or demotcratic for that matter.  I want to wholly experience and know His grace and how that relates to my personality as well.  And in doing so I hope to discover what I am to be or do in this short life I've been given.  (Isn't palaver such a great beautiful word!)