i kind of can’t take myself anymore.
i’ve been so gloomy and morose and guttural on this blog as of late. well, i don’t know if one can actually be guttural, but it seems fitting.
i have good things. my life is good. that used to be the name of this blog before i changed it to considerate neighbor. my life is good. it served as a reminder to me.
how is it that i’ve forgotten it yet again? this whole church planting business has been hard – but geez louise.
i’m such an amateur.
i went out to lunch with my sister.
i asked the question – why is it so damn easy to dismiss the good in your own life? to literally not be able to see it. it disappears. it can’t be found.
she said everyone, everywhere deals with it. that it’s the human problem.
is it? i asked. is that the human problem?
maybe it is.
i need to tie an anvil to each foot. i need all the help i can get to be present. to remain. to open my eyes to the good and stop wanting for something else elsewhere.
i’m not quite sure this attitude will last, but hopefully it will stick around long enough for me to count my blessings with a sincere heart.
thanks for putting up with me.
gratitude journal ~ one thousand gifts ~ 1907 – 1920
a pastor friend of mine
ella throwing a fit
a nice husband
the purple rose theater
chazzano coffee (just go here and get some coffee)