I start out strong. I walk to work. I eat a healthy breakfast....no wait...I really haven't been eating a healthy breakfast every day. I've been letting time get away from me and skipping breakfast fairly often recently...hmmm that might be one of my problems. Anyway, I have been eating a healthy lunch and sometimes a healthy breakfast. But...then I come home and Vern says something like, "Let's get Mexican food." Or I find a package of chocolate cherries in my wonderful swap package. Or...whatever the excuse...I haven't been careful about what I eat for dinner. This is not going to get the job done. I simply have to get myself back on track with my healthy eating. Yep...I simply have to do it.
I miss my cat. I really do. I especially miss her in the early morning hours when I am first waking up. For the past few years my morning routine has been to wake up to my little Cloe laying herself on my chest and pawing my face ever so gently to wake me. Then she would just glory in being snuggled, scratched and petted. I miss that.
In the book we're using for my women's bible study group the title for this week (actually we do 2 week increments but that's harder to type...LOL) is "Worry is like a Rocking Chair" (it gives you something to do but it doesn't get you anywhere) I've been thinking about worry and meaning to do a word search and find all the passages I can in the bible about worry and anxiety. I haven't done it yet...but I am thinking about it.
I'm thinking about Saturday and how I am going to be everywhere that I want to be at the same time. Vern's brother is coming down and bringing his personal watercraft....not sure what to call them...they're like motorcycles that you ride in the water. Anyway...of course Vern is STOKED! Me...I couldn't care less about it...don't want to go....have no intention of getting on one of those things and actually getting in the filthy water of the San Diego Bay...and yet, I NEED to go and do this with him. Have I mentioned that I have NOTHING suitable to wear for a day on the bay?
And then there's this...Autumn and Chris are back from their vacation. I haven't seen them in two weeks. I normally see Autumn every Saturday. They are gong through a difficult time (divorce) I NEED to spend some time with them.
And then there's this. This Saturday is the first annual Santee Street Fair. I WANT to go to it.
{{Sigh}} Can I just say, I am NOT looking forward to Saturday.
I'm thinking about things at work. We are going to be hiring an assistant for me. One one hand I really need an assisitant...yet I feel like I don't have the time to train someone to help me. Things are changing at work....they are good changes...they are a little bit scary! My boss is going to be slowly stepping away from our shop and taking over his Dad's business....which means I will be stepping into his role at our shop. It's good. It's more money for both of us. It's MORE responsibility for me. It's a big change from the way things have been for the past almost 13 years!
God knows my name. I have been thinking of that over and over and over again over the past couple of weeks. He knows my name. Somehow, all the things that I can find myself thinking about that seem so huge in my mind pale in comparison to that thought....He knows my name. This song plays in my head many many times throughout the day...
Verse 1
He counts the stars one and all
He knows
how much sand is on the shores
He sees every sparrow that falls
He made
the mountains and the seas
He's in control of everything
Of all
creatures great and small
Chorus
And He knows my name
Every step
that I take
Every move that I make
Every tear that I cry
He knows my
name
When I'm overwhelmed by the pain
And can't see the light of day
I know I'll be just fine
'Cause He knows my name
Verse 2
I
don't know what tomorrow will bring
I can't tell you what's in store
I
don't know a lot of things
I don't have all the answers
To the questions
of life
But I know in whom I have believed
Chorus
He knew
who I was when He carried my cross
He knew that I would fail Him but He took
the loss
Chorus
Every step that I take
Every move that I
make
Every tear that I cry
2 comments:
"my little Cloe laying herself on my chest and pawing my face" That is so sweet.
In MN we call those watercraft things a Jet Ski. They are SOOO much fun - for about 10 to 30 minutes. And this is coming from someone who loves to be in the water (clean water!). From what you're decribing, I'd rather watch paint dry than go with your man tomorrow.
Thinking of you!
Sweet Cloe... I know you have some wonderful memories. My cat from childhood used to wear a mini-cow bell on his collar (to warn the birds that he was stalking)... he's been gone for nearly 30 years... STILL to this day when I hear a similar mini-cow bell sound my first thought is of Tinker. On the hard days it's good to remember the great memories.
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