The Storms of Life

I think you would all agree with me when I say that the weather conditions all over the world are frightening. I mean we have massive earthquakes in multiple countries, catastrophic tornado's in Alabama, flooding in the Midwest, and blizzards on the East Coast. These are scary times we are living in for a lot of people.

As a Christian I know that we are feeling the labor pains from a world that is ready to bring forth a Messiah to deliver us from all of the pain and sorrow that this world holds for us.

Even so...


 Come Lord Jesus come.

I have been uttering this piece of scripture alot lately. The mental tornado's of this life have caught me up in a whirl wind of emotions and have deposited me in a vast blizzard of depair. The quake of lifes many  events  have shaken me to my very core and left me in flood of tears.

In all of this I have forgotten where my one true hope lies.

I have a Saviour.

I have to trust that His will for my life is best... and even though I know this.. I still find it so hard to ask Him for His will to be done because what if His will for my life includes taking my Dad home right now?

I can't except that... yet I have to.

I need to remember that He who stirred up the storm is also my hiding place in it.  Storms will come...... they always do. There is no getting around them. Jesus knew a storm was coming when He sent the disciples away, but He was with them in that storm. And I know He will be with me as well.

Random Story But I Miss My Sister.. and laughing too

This one time, when I was about 10 years old, my sister wouldn’t leave me alone so I jumped on my bike and took off at full speed down the hill we lived by. At the bottom of the hill was a sharp turn. I hit gravel, slid, crashed, and skinned up my knee and busted my bike. A neighbor took me home in the back of her truck. When I got home and walked through the door, knee all bloody, my sister ran and got me a handful of band aides.
After that I quit running away from her.

Sometimes it’s just nice to live in the moment and laugh out loud with your sister. I think it’s therapeutic. And honestly, it really doesn’t matter if you are 10, 30, or 130. Laughter is good for the soul.

Lucky Lady

That's what everyone called her.

Today she would have turned 76..... and had I known then what I know now she would have had the biggest, brightest, lovliest, party EVER!

Cancer has no bias. It even takes Grandma's when those who love them most aren't ready to let them go.

I know you can't hear me Grandma because you are singing and worshipping Jesus along with all of the Saints at the very tip top of your precious "healed" lungs...

BUT

if you could ...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! You are still so loved... and until I take my very last breath you always will be.

I Heart Her

Be anxious for nothing.........

So, last week, I had a work-related thing. I mean, I can’t say anything else, really, because as much as I’d like to post about work and could have a whole blog dedicated to the funny, creative and weird things my co-workers say to me, I just don’t because I really, really love what I do. But suffice it to say that this thing caused me a lot of anxiety.

You get the picture.

And then? During the point when this thing would have caused an issue? Nothing happened.

I spent approximately 48 hours worrying about something that never materialized. I’d played out a million stories in my mind about all of the bad things that were sure to happen, and then none of them did.

If only this was an isolated incident. IF ONLY.

I spend HOURS imagining the worst things. Some perceived weirdness from my sister, in my crazy, twisted mind, becomes The Fight That Ends Our "Sister-ship" (Is that a word???).

Unreturned texts mean That Person Hates You (Although, come on, people:  return a text message. It takes 10 seconds. Don’t be a jerk.) and I spend hours stressing away wondering what I did wrong?????

I think I’d rather have the super power of flying or mind-reading. Just saying........

Anyways, this whole work thing made me stop and ask: WHY, MEGAN, WHY?

Why do you torture yourself? Why do you get riled up about things that don’t happen yet? I mean, the short answer is this: I have anxiety disorder and also a touch  of the family crazies. But I also know that when I really think about things, I can control how upset I get.... yet off I go.

 I’m a worrier. I come from a long line of Professional Worrywarts and resolving to become one of those “happy go lucky” people is just not working for me.  However, my new goal is to just wait, and then react and worry and fret when whatever...... ACTUALLY HAPPENS.

I know that half of the worrying game is inventing terrible stories in our minds, but I have enough real things to worry about.

 But inventing things that aren’t real yet? I can probably take a break.

Birthdays Schmirthdays!

Here’s my favorite quote on the subject, written by Robert Heinlein in  Stranger in a Strange Land:

"Anyone can see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl she used to be. A great artist can look at an old woman, portray her exactly as she is...and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be...more than that, he can make anyone see that this lovely young girl is still alive, prisoned inside her ruined body. He can make you feel the quiet, endless tragedy that there was never a girl born who ever grew older than eighteen in her heart...no matter what the merciless hours have done.


 Yeah.... so bring it on 33 you old hag you!

Enough Said