Christmas and New Years slid by and was gone before we could blink! We trust all of you had a wonderful holiday. We just mailed our Christmas cards yesterday.
I kind of prefer epiphany any way, at least I get eleven more shopping days than anyone else! We assumed more debt yesterday. We purchased a truck. At least we now are in possession of a vehicle I am capable of driving. It is a pretty awesome truck. It is a Chevy one ton. The kind with what I call hips others affectionately refer to it as a wide rear end! I am just glad to have a way around!
I can not believe I am dealing with tornadic activity in December/ January!
It is difficult to remain in an area where the clouds conspire to whirl about in such a fashion and ferocity that they become a funnel of energy that destroys all in its path.
I have, because of who I am, and all I have experienced in my life, a first nature of survival. This nature propels me away from danger and even adventure for the most part. It seems, that to place myself in the midst of peril or impending doom goes against the very grain of who I have become. For a person who is just now able to abstain from counting the exits upon arriving at any new destination, and one who only has just begun to be able to sit with her back to the door; tornadic activity in December has her logical mind screaming go back to the mountains, flee to safety and other such thoughts.
I have successfully, for the most part of forty one years, avoided and or ignored what exactly I am to do with my life, leaving I am sure but a few years left to reach for that ever illusive purpose that lays just beyond my grasp! I have been reading POE lately (lofty I know). The peril he writes of I am sure is but a reflection of his own personal struggle. After what I have only briefly read I am sure he was an individual well acquainted with grief. Some of us have experienced hardships that are parallel to horrors not humanly possible to live through, I believe Poe like many gifted and talented writer's before him tapped into the ability to apply his personal grief to the pen and paint for us pictures we could never have otherwise known.
Now that I am off my mountain the picture in my minds eye of an isolated, eccentric hermit is no longer a fitting ending to the dramatic and often tragic tale of my own life. Perhaps a whirlwind after all would be fitting, we are in Texas! It was indeed good enough for our friend Elijah! (2kings 2:11)
2 comments:
Oh Janie, I miss you so much, you have such a way with words, have you ever thought about writing a book? i think that would be a great idea. Thank you for keeping us all updated its great. Call me anytime, id love to hear from you agian. Just plase pray and pray hard for me, i am having a really hard time her. these past two days just have really bit the dust so to say, lift me up! love cris
Hey Crystal,
you are in my prayers! I sent a reply email to the photo's you sent. Hope that helps. Not alot going on, I have not blogged in awhile. I hope to blog by Feb. 1st. I have had an awful cold.When I am facing a battle,it helps me to remember how faithful our Lord is, how constant and never changing! May God give you everything you need. I pray that His peace will settle around your heart and his arms around your life! Will blog soon! Love Janie
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