Can I have some?

welcome to my blog.

a place to post. a place to eat oreos. a place to vent. a place to heal.

i started this blog so i could use a different outlet besides munching on fattening oreos. as if that has done any good... *mind wanders to oreo package in the house...*

then i realized that oreos can be semi symbolic. if you are are that crazy about oreos that is. which... i am.

eating oreos is therapeutic for me. when i am struggling or when i need a pick me up. they have chocolate. and sugar. both of which help lift my mood. not to mention that i eat them soaked with milk, which is my miracle drink.

i post my posts to not only get stuff out. there may be people who read my blog who have been in the same kind of situations as i have. i hope reading them and knowing that others have gone through things like i have, will be to you what eating oreos does to me.


and yes. i didn't capitalize anything in here. i just felt like it. deal with it.


munch up.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Good news

First off... Bug is wandering around the house pretending that twenty dollars keep appearing out of our shirt pockets (which are also non-existent). Check out the side bar for a quote from it. In actuality he saw bills sitting on my desk to encourage that wise saying.

On to the good news. I realized the other day that I stopped doing my Good News minutes. I don't think this is a reenactment of it, but just something to post about.

Lately I have really been struggling with trust. Especially dealing with God. It is hard for me to trust anyone really. Especially when that trust has been let down even once. (hmm... maybe that is why I don't trust myself... random thought...) A couple nights ago, I prayed again. It was the first time in a long time. Who knows what will happen from that.

Last night I was very scared. All the lights were out. I felt alone and vulnerable. At one point I felt safe enough to silently cry for help like I have done many times when this happens. I can't really remember if I had any comfort come at that point in time, but I remember realizing that I may be feeling especially scared at that moment because Satan knew I prayed the night before, and he wanted me to be scared enough that I would just lay down in bed and huddle in waiting for sleep to come like I have done many times before.

I guess that thought gave me the courage I needed. I grabbed my two stuffed animals that give me comfort (one I have had since I was a child, the other Rocket Scientist gave me), knelt down and prayed. It was a simple prayer. Nothing too special. Mainly just saying that I was scared and needed help.

I'm not posting this to brag about anything or show off how spiritual I am. In my prayer I actually said, "though I feel unworthy for your consideration". It is true. I truly feel that. I know that I am a child of God and that He loves me. Knowing ≠ feeling.

Nevertheless, I felt comfort and peace in my heart. I got up and went to bed with thanksgiving replacing my fear.

And that. Is good news.

Take that Satan.

3 comments:

Eliza said...

Definitely good news :)

Anonymous said...

AMEN! Way to go. Remember those little moments, they will help you get through bigger things. If God cares that you are scared at night, of course He cares about bigger things too. BTW Thanks for the good news, I needed to hear that tonight.

Janene said...

The ONLY thing hard about reading your posts is that you are too far away to just give a tight hug to afterwards! That is the only reason. Online hugs don't work and an emoticon just doesn't cut it either. :o)

Love you. He can give you that comfort and peace whenever you need it. Keep on postin', sistah!