They Call Me Blondie

I find myself driving and oops there i go... headspin... I'm suddenly back to where I was, oh, 2yrs ago. 6mos ago. 8 DAYS ago. Again. Except this time its with a NEW view and a DIFFerent tune. Waiting. Awesome. Isnt it? I find myself asking "Lord, did i hear you the first time?"or in a bewildered state;  I hesitate.  And meditate  to formulate the words—  and then....   release. ahhhh.  ....and I, I cannot bring more to the tip of my tongue to rattle off some religious prayer  or words like its what You wanna hear  and i s..s..stutter through because i feel like I have no words left to utter a glimpse into the wreckage and turmoil I'm in.. I have. no. words.  God. I need a revelation!  I just really want to know if your near me;  Lord Do you hear me?! And so I'm stuck.  I keep driving. and thinking.  and processing.  Lingering....  My heart is overwhelmed a...

How many of you remember looking up to your Father, uncle, even big brother as if they were on the same level as spiderman, the Incredible Hulk or just plain superhero status? Of course they were human and had their moments of outbursts, or human breakdowns; but as a child I remember thinking my dad was the absolute bestest and greatest Firefighter of them all. He climbed mountains, and scaled rocks. He knew how to start a fire from twigs and rocks together which to me seemed magical. He always was up for an adventure or going out to do 'fun' things. Bike riding, body surfing, exploring; you name it! He even knew how to pick the prettiest of wildflowers to make bouquets for our mom, so he was charming too.   Growing up in a home where Dad had to save the world from bad guys or fires that were threatening buildings with trapped grandmothers in them; it seemed normal to me to have a father gone every other day.  He was a firefighter by trade so they worked shifts of 24hours...

The Birth of Jesus Foretold  26 In the sixth month of Elizabeth’s pregnancy, God sent the angel Gabriel to Nazareth, a town in Galilee, 27 to a virgin pledged to be married to a man named Joseph, a descendant of David. The virgin’s name was Mary. 28 The angel went to her and said, “Greetings, you who are highly favored! The Lord is with you.” 29 Mary was greatly troubled at his words and wondered what kind of greeting this might be. 30 But the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary; you have found favor with God. Have you ever stopped to think about the birth of Jesus predicted?  I mean, how troubling that must have been for a teenage girl to hear from a so called "angel" that she was going to have a baby and he would save the world just because she had favor with God?  I'm pretty sure I would have been unsettled for days wondering if I was seeing things, hearing voices, or straight up crazy.  It says Mary was greatly troubled, so I wonder what thought...