I've Stolen Something

I had to steal something tonight....... time to myself!

This week has been busy and jam packed  - full of household duties, family care, college work, school,
and not a whole lot of time for the things that replenish my soul.

So, tonight, after dinner was made, eaten, cleaned up and put away, I created a little retreat for myself.

First, I threatened suggested to David that he get whatever he needed out of the bedroom; that I would be taking an hour or so, to write, read, study God's word, and whatever else I felt led to do. 

Then I dusted his desk in the bedroom, set his papers aside, and replaced his stuff with my (new) MAC (I'm in love!), my list of writing topics (in my household notebook), a book of my favorite poems, my Bible, and a yummy smelling candle.

Next, I popped in a Gaither cd of worship music and turned it up just loud enough for background music.

And last, but certainly the best part - I fixed myself a plate of oreos and a piping hot mug of Chocolate Mocha Cappuccino.

And, here I am.

Writing is not just something I do; it's something I crave.   It's an outlet, a balm, a need that has to eventually be met.   It fills me up, as I pour out the words on my keyboard.  It's like a dancer who has to dance; a singer who has to sing, a chef who has to cook.   It's "in" me and I love it!

I don't always have profound words or poetic prose, but what I have is a desire to share my heart; to encourage, to teach, to lift up those who may need lifting up, to bring joy to those on a hard journey, or share in the mundane, daily tasks that we women do, day in and day out.  

If I can do a small part in touching the heart of a woman and pointing her to Jesus, then I feel I've served Him.

Sometimes I need to vent; to tell the world that I'm tired of it's evil, wicked ways.  

Sometimes I need to share about my own struggles and have a fellow blogger tell me that she's "been there, done that" and that it's not my struggle alone.     And when I read her words, I am comforted in knowing that I may be strange, but God made at least one more, just like me!

And, sometimes I just want to share with others, the promise God fulfilled in my life, when He promised me abundant life and then saved my soul.    But, so true to this Heavenly Father that I worship; he went above and beyond and gave me a godly man to love me and two godly boys to raise and call my sons.    I am blessed beyond words!  And, sometimes I want to share that.

So, when the week has proved a challenging one and I come to the night before it starts all over again - one thing I need is to come to this place that allows me to say what I want to say; without adding to the list for tomorrow or without interruption.   I come here, to this little keyboard and this blank screen and I picture my friends on the other side, ready to read what's on my heart and I am ready to read what's on theirs.   And, I find my place of filling up and pouring out.

Some call it nonsense; a waste of good time.   I call it therapy, outreach, a place of teaching, helping, serving, ministering, learning, and receiving.

I call it a meeting with friends.

I'm glad you came!

Until next time.....
Blessings!