July 23, 2012

  • It's Monday again.

    Waking up at one o'clock — sheesh, I gotta stop doing that. Making avocado dressing, cleaning up the dishes and putting them away. Picking up the sissy. Sitting the baby. Irritatingly responding to an auntie (agh, Mama -.-"). Simmed to start a legacy. Talking to an uncle. Trash out for the trashguys. Reading for a Father. Could be considered uneventful, depending on one's way of looking at it. Generally, I find it semi-productive only because nothing around the house has been done, really. 

    I told her it'd be a good week. I could just feel it in my bones and not necessarily because the very first few minutes of Sunday started with a phone call....but we did only talk about shoes. -.-" Sunday was nice because I got to enjoy it with pretty much everyone I hold the closest to my heart — despite one being over seas via telephone. But Monday's ending on a good note.

    I just can never help but be amazed when I feel myself walking toward something that God is telling me I should be. Even something so little as not finishing the chapter I had been reading to venture off into a different book, resulting in an ever so slightly wholer feeling of the heart — if that makes any sense. It's just nice. Thrilling, actually. Big smile on my face. He's so nice. Always. Haha. And I couldn't help but share that little tidbit.

    Anyway, things are going swell as always for myself. Why am I so lucky to have that? How in the world could I deserve that?

    Aah, I dunno. 

    And always, I wish I could do something for those who can't figure out what they need. And for some, I could never figure out a subtle or...appropriate way to express how much one needs Him. 

    I've been thinking about my brother a lot lately. Which is why I brought him up the other day, wondering what he's been up to...commenting on how I feel like he's just going downhill. Because that's what I feel like. Like as fantastic as his life seems, it just isn't good enough and he's just wasting away the days. Sigh. You know, I've been praying for him since I was sixteen? On a regular basis, I'd keep him in my thoughts hoping that one day he'll figure it out. That he won't be so harsh to turn the idea down of a Father. That one day he'll hear Him calling and won't turn Him away. I just figure he'd be happier, rather than wasting his time trying to fill that void with stupid antics and ignorant bliss.

    Who wouldn't be, you know? I've just always had that itty bitty hope that one day, it'll happen and I don't think that hope will ever diminish — no matter what happens.

    Anyway, I hope you're doing better Megan. Buck up, ma'am.

    -- ZelleZ