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I have a morning off!!!

I have the morning off!!!   Woohoo!!!  Little victory dance!!!


We watched Fireproof again yeasterday morning and the thing that spoke the most to the wife was knowing that her husband heard what she was saying (that's my take on it anyway.)  My love heard what I was saying!!!

Quite late last night my husband and I were put in a situation that had us worrying a bit.  I don't generally like worrying, even though I do it so well, so I decided I needed wisdom which led me to Proverbs.  Why Proverbs you may ask?  I guess, because in my humanness I wanted a quick fix solution and Proverbs is known as a Wisdom book...   

The first verse was this: "Keep what you know to yourself, and you will be safe; talk too much, and you are done for." Proverbs 13:3 (CEV)

Um, ok!  I am really not sure what to say about that.   I don't talk too much or say too much of what shouldn't be said.  I just talk to the wrong people.  If I meet some one new, who seems to be listening, I start blabbering away.  The problem with that is I offer a very wierd, one-dimensional impression.  I think sometimes I come away looking dysfunctional!

Anywhoo, I came across this beaut further along the chapter: 
"Hope deferred make the heart sick, but a dream fulfilled is a tree of life." Proverbs 13:12

I think we've probably all heard it, but I wonder how many of us have our own trees of life.  Emiel and I are solidly stuck in  a place of not yet fulfilled dream.  The scary thing is we have no idea how to make it reality.    This place is on the edge of a precipice overlooking hoplessness and I am not liking it much. 

I am going to end this post here.  It is heading in the wrong direction.  I am going to make a cup of  black coffee (funny that one, I used to dream of being a writer in Paris living on an inspired diet on black coffee, cigarettes and red wine) and sit and watch a cooking show or two.  I love watching cooking shows!!!  Especially some of the American ones that are simply there to gross me out!  Have ever seen Paula Dean?  The woman has a love affair with butter second to none. 

I am saying bye
Will probably be back in a bit to write more
I have morning off!!!


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