13 months: on addiction to Facebook, not getting what we wanted, and “God is good”

On regaining control Realizing I had an addiction to scrolling mindlessly on Facebook, I decided to stop looking at it for awhile. Not only did I spend significant time mindlessly scrolling, I spent hours intentionally reading and responding as well. Sometimes periods of despondence would overtake me after I engaged in discussions that tip heavily …

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…Relationship (cont.)

Every time I post on my blog I think, “I’ll post again right away maybe even tomorrow, but for sure by next week.”  Then perfectionism and real time responsibilities step in like soldiers blocking the literal and figurative way to the computer.  Days pass, weeks pass.   Perfectionism and procrastination, really just a fear of failure, …

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Slow and Steady

  It’s been six months and a week or so since my Dad passed away. Just after school ended last May, I packed a large suitcase and took my kids to Montana for six weeks.  We’ve been home for almost three weeks now, and oddly it feels almost as if we never left Mississippi.  More …

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Still, Silent, Resolute

  I imagine the men standing in the bottom of this boat still, silent, resolute. They are sure of their task and unflinching. They don’t give the orders; they take them. I don’t see them singing, seeking reassurance, lifting others up. Whatever they needed for this task had already been stored within them. Determination. Confidence. …

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Cover Me

    “Abrígame Señor” was written on the Snoopy pin he gave me in highschool.  “Cover me, Lord,” it meant, or keep me safe, keep me warm. I put the pin on a light jacket I had permanently borrowed from his closet (long enough arms).  I stopped wearing the jacket long ago, but the Spanish …

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He walks with me

I told my mom if someone was writing a blog like this, I would read it. Why?  Why read something so downhearted?  So fixated on one aspect of life? Because I need to acknowledge what I’m going through, and yet I can’t look too closely at the reality.  Just like the wake for my Grandma …

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