Your Superhero Name is The Techni Carrot
Your Superpower is Cursing
Your Weakness is Midgets
Your Weapon is Your Star Cannon
Your Mode of Transportation is Unicycle
Today, when I went to church, I was just plain overwhelmed. I have had many questions for God, lately…most involving “why” and not fully understanding some things in my life.
The service was about suffering and finding comfort in God through the stuff that causes us dings and dents: illness, financial strain, relational pain/hurts/strains, and all the other stuff life throws at us. There are a few of you that know me outside the blogiverse and know the past five years have been hard, from all of those standpoints. During the service, all of the recent stress, the painful process of putting some things aside in my life, and learning that I’m not perfect and never will, no matter how much I try, all came together to form a very nice cluster bomb of emotion.
I don’t cry in public. I don’t cry in front of anyone. Ever. (Except for a recent memorial for a colleague.)
I was raised that was a needy sign of weakness. I was also raised that everything I feel is in my head and that I just need to suck things up and move along.
However, today, as I hid behind my really long hair, I sobbed.
I realized how good God is in spite of my own imperfection, and that He loves me beyond words. I also realized what He’s done in my life since 1992…despite my sinful nature.
At the end of the service (keep in mind, no one saw that I was crying; people focus on worship in my church), a woman I’d met once, about six months ago (she usually attends the early morning service) came up to me, gave me a hug, and said, “Donna, I will be thinking of you this week.”
You have no idea how much that act of grace meant to me. I have been needing a hug for a while. It has been a rough few months and my job is becoming more stressful. I just felt like that was God giving me comfort and I appreciated it so much.
I’m sorry if truly sharing my heart is uncomfortable. I am not real good at it. I’m a bit of an emotional cripple, and realizing it more and more each day. Maybe someday I’ll get over myself.
I just felt like I should share this. I hope you all have a wonderful week. 🙂
I remember this Halloween special. I was skeeeeeerd…very skeerd.
It is that time of the week, again. Provide your witty and funny captions. I will post winners Tuesday evening. Have an awesome weekend!
3. Rodney Dill
pie jesu domine, dona eis requiem. (THWACK)
The police were called in when reports of “Hoodlums Raising Cane” were called in by the neighbors.
This week’s winner is. . .
1. Smite A. Hippie
I knight you, keeper of the Depends, guardian of the Fixodent.
OTHER CAPTION CONTESTS:
or we will be playing our own symphony of destruction…
I have no clue why; however, this song has a nice groove to it.
America is no better off now than it was in the late 1970s and early 1980s, says former President Jimmy Carter. From national politics to relationships with other nations, there is a lot of room for improvement.
“We had almost complete harmony with every nation on Earth,” the Nobel Peace Prize winner said of his administration. “We not only preserved peace for our country, we never went to war. We never dropped a bomb. We never fired a missile.”
Hmm…let me see….there was this thing called the Iran Hostage Crisis that I saw played out everyday when I was a child…not to mention, some brave people who died in a desert because of your decisions.
Let’s see…Oh, OPEC didn’t want us to have something called …OIL!
South and Central America hated us, the USSR hated us, folks in the Middle East weren’t too happy with a certain handshake heard around the world.
I don’t know, Mr. Carter. I think maybe you need to re-visit your own presidency. We were never “safe” with you in control of things.
We were broke, beaten-down, and maligned. Hmmm…sounds like today.
There was a thing called the ’80s. I remember it being pretty good, aside from the world threats that have always existed in one form or fashion since FOREVER. I remember having hope. I remember having two nickels to rub together, AND I GREW UP DIRT POOR (because of your economy, btw.).
Oh, and the story (CLICK HERE) goes on to talk about how he had bipartisan support that doesn’t exist now.
You know why it doesn’t exist, Mr. Carter? When the Dems lost control of things after 40 years of holding the “power,” they started to behave like petulant children who are coming off a sugar high and dissolve into a puddle of hysterics.