There is cursing. There is cussing. For the purpose of this post it is important for you to know the difference. Now first let's remove the religious definition of cursing. I'm talking generic U.S. English so called "bad words" we aspire not to say in public but they have been seeping out. Yes, all seven of them. I’m not talking about cursing, this is the superlative form, cussing.
I am so excited about getting this thats been weighing on my heart for so long, I can't wait to just know how God will use this to help me.
I will start from the begining, this story is like many that are kept in secret and never revealed. It hold deep and very dark confessions that I think I was the only one to struggle with and I hope to find light at the end of this dark tunnel that has held me captive ever since I can remember.
Women apologize more frequently than men, it’s a fact. Most of the time we say “sorry” to be polite but it’s diminishing our credibility. Our power.
Do you ever find yourself saying any of these phrases?
• “I'm sorry, but I think...”
• “I'm sorry you have to do this, but...”
• “I'm sorry to bother you with...”
• “I'm sorry, this might not be exactly what you wanted...”
For some time now, I have been wanting to re-read Stephen Cope's The Wisdom of Yoga: A Seeker's Guide to Extraordinary Living. This is Cope's second book, and I think it's even better than his first in a variety of ways.
But this is not to be a book review.
I finished this book the other day. It is the first book I read from
Lisa Bevere and I intend to read more from her. I found it to be really
interesting and inspiring. Yes women and men are different but that's
the way we are supposed to be. Yes women are emotional and men try to
be tough but that's just the way we are made. But, we are all still
made the way that God intended for us to be made. We all have a purpose
and we should not be frienemies with other females. I think there are
some people and places where women can be themselves and share and then
I haven't been on in a few days. It's been a crazy hectic week for me.
I had to work on Sunday at a show my aunt was doing and out in the sun
all day. Glad I wore my sunscreen. Summer is starting to come back.
It's been storming here last night and today my basement almost flooded
some seemed in but luckily it was not too bad. Hopefully it stays that
way. I really don't want to deal with a dirty moldy drench basement
again with everything I have to do these days. That's one thing I don't
want to add to my list. I keep making excuses about the school thing.
In January, I wrote "Do Cats Go to Heaven?" talking about pet death. Suddenly the Arens household is revisiting this discussion, as we lost eight-year-old Bella the Monster-Eating Cat last week to acute kidney failure.
My definition of ‘Dry spell’: A period of inactivity in one’s life ... where there seems to be stagnancy and nothing appears to be happening ... no progress is being made, you’re just not getting to where you want to be. We all go through this right? (I hope it isn’t just me)