It’s a New Something

I have a lot to say tonight.  A LOT.  But for fear of myself and because of the speed that comes once my fingers get going, I need to control myself.  But at the same time, I need to remain inspired (these days writing is what does it, and I LOVE it).  I’m feeling it a lot lately, not it, I’m feeling Him, His Spirit.  God is leading… oh He is so leading, and calling…He’s setting me up for the good that comes with glory.  You know what it feels like?!  It feels like that song on Forrest Gump when Jenny is singing naked, I can’t think who it’s really by which makes me seem so dumb but who cares, “the answer my friend is blowin’ in the wind.” Bob Dylan, oh yea. See, I’m not dumb.  Who said that?

I HAVE A NEW HOME…and so does Sasha.  It’s coming together, slowly, and with the help of my dear, DEAR friends and family.  I’m in love with my purple office with green accents and little birdie curtains.  I’m inspired by my orange and paisley dining room, and I’m crawling out of my skin to get to my farmers market kitchen.  My pictures are getting hung, my scents are making this place mine, and my dog…well ya, she’s made her mark too (though I wasn’t crazy about the kind of mark…)

I HAVE A NEW MANTRA… thanks to Taunya (seriously, you’ll love her!  Get a nutritionist, even if you think you don’t need one, you need her!)  Back to my new mantra, “change the should into a MUST.”  Can I just say…well… “not should, must.”  I must run, not I should.  I must go to God, not should.  I must eat the apple, not I should not eat the chocolate–but we all fail when it comes to chocolate right?!  I must make a move, not should.  It’s time and I’m excited, scared, and so ready all at the same time.  It’s good and I can feel it.  But I’m also controlling these speedy Gonzales fingers.

I HAVE A NEW ADVENTURE… it’s coming, and for now it needs to stay a secret.  “I need a breath of heaven scent to know You move through me… I feel You movin'”  Oh I can smell it.  But be ready, so, so ready…just like me. I feel Him movinnnnnnnnn’.  Here comes me being bold.

by the way, ever worn your slippers to the grocery and run into “that one guy” on the same night?  One would have thought I’d hate myself.  Truth is, I’d totally do it again because it made me laugh, THAT hard.  And, he’s still pretty cute, but so am I.  I had on slippers.  He just had his manwhich.  FOOL.

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