Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Can I Get That Intravenously, Please?

Ever have one of those days where you feel beaten down and pressed in on all sides? When many of life's little stresses and annoyances have conspired against you? And you know that things could always be worse and yet, it's still difficult to be joyful?

Well, I've been having one of those months. I've all but given up on October resembling anything close to normal. In fact I am sitting here on the couch with a 32 oz Coke in one hand, a peanut butter Twix in the other and I've got an eyeball on the bag of chips and Lawson's dip that keeps calling me from the kitchen. My doctor (and incidentally, my mother) would call it an insulin rush waiting to happen.

I call it comfort food therapy.

The details of the past two weeks are too excruciatingly mundane and aggravating to recount. And that's saying a lot coming from me. I love telling a story.

So forgive the lack of posting.

I am far too busy uttering "The joy of the Lord is my strength. The joy of the Lord is my strength. The joy of the Lord is my strength."

In between sips of Coke and a mouthful of peanut butter Twix, of course.


  1. from a fellow stress eater.. I feel your pain!!

    Keep pluggin' away and know that this too will pass!!

    Dear Lord, Put your peace that passes all understanding on Jubilee. Give her streangth to push ahead and let her know you are there right beside her--holding her. We ask it in your precious name, AMEN..
    God bless ya!!

  2. Right there with ya, babe.

  3. Glad the prayer helped! I love to pray in written word, there is so much power in it. To me at least.. hope today got better for ya!!




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