...and if that's not a less shaggy vibe for today, then please know that YES my legs are nice & shaved. So, game - set - match!
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Showing posts with label Daily Dose of Divinity. Show all posts
2.11.2013
DDD: DAY TWENTY SIX - less shaggy.
It's February, and I am indeed soaking up the sun in shorts! Not too shabby. Absolutely no complaints here.
...and if that's not a less shaggy vibe for today, then please know that YES my legs are nice & shaved. So, game - set - match!
...and if that's not a less shaggy vibe for today, then please know that YES my legs are nice & shaved. So, game - set - match!
2.06.2013
DDD: DAY TWENTY FIVE - breather.
Tunes + Laundry + Crockpot + Graphic Design + Youth Stake Conference Session = slow, good, yet full day.
2.05.2013
DDD: DAY TWENTY FOUR - horse & buggy.
#todayspreferredmodeoftransportation
#cold #whatwasithinking #thanksforremindingmelovehandles
#cold #whatwasithinking #thanksforremindingmelovehandles
2.03.2013
DDD: DAY TWENTY THREE - smile.
He's one of the most talented experts when it comes to creating pure, unadulterated smiles... both on the face & in the heart.
#mansbestfriend
#mansbestfriend
2.02.2013
DDD: DAY TWENTY TWO - maintaining order.
Jotting notes down feverishly, so as to keep this priceless workshop info locked & loaded in my brain of chaos.
What would I do without pen & paper?
What would I do without pen & paper?
DDD: DAY TWENTY ONE - legacy of love.
Can you tell Mini-Me & her bestie missed one another while the BFF spent sixth months in "der Deutschen Land" (aka the land of the Germans)?
She celebrated German culture in person, we celebrated German culture at this year's annual Sausagefest, at Christ the King.
Not EXACTLY the same. But the two blondies had the other with her in spirit during each of their respective German adventures apart.
*sigh*
Now the second-mama in me can relax a little knowing there's no longer half a world between them!
#bestiesbacktogether #friendsarefamilytoo #pickingbackupwhereweleftoff #alreadybeenaweek
She celebrated German culture in person, we celebrated German culture at this year's annual Sausagefest, at Christ the King.
Not EXACTLY the same. But the two blondies had the other with her in spirit during each of their respective German adventures apart.
*sigh*
Now the second-mama in me can relax a little knowing there's no longer half a world between them!
#bestiesbacktogether #friendsarefamilytoo #pickingbackupwhereweleftoff #alreadybeenaweek
1.28.2013
1.27.2013
DDD: DAY NINETEEN - container.
There's something romantic about the blue canning jars I inherited when my Grandma passed away.
I love these little reminders of her & a bygone era so much, that I need to see them daily...and not just in the pantry.
I have them strewn throughout our home. They make me smile & help keep little odds & ends organized. From toothbrushes to hair accessories to spare change to jewelry. Canning jars are where it's at.
Some people can peaches. I can everyday life!
Win-win-win!
I love these little reminders of her & a bygone era so much, that I need to see them daily...and not just in the pantry.
I have them strewn throughout our home. They make me smile & help keep little odds & ends organized. From toothbrushes to hair accessories to spare change to jewelry. Canning jars are where it's at.
Some people can peaches. I can everyday life!
Win-win-win!
1.25.2013
DDD: DAY EIGHTEEN - abundant table.
This is a story about hard work, service, love & compassion. Its a story about Mr LKP.
Is everyone comfortable? Good.
On a wintery day, much like today, Mr LKP worked. He worked hard all day long at his construction company, helping to see projects through, and to make certain his crew was giving it their all. This sometimes is no easy task, however he realizes there's a reason what he does is called work & it's the same reason he's paid to do it.
By the end of this particular day, he was not only tired from his job, but he was exhausted from battling the flu the week before + the late nights of filling in for his wife and her normal extracurricular activities supporting their daughter, since his wife was bed-ridden with the flu this go-round.
All of this was in addition to tending to his wife's symptoms each night, as well as to his normal chores of feeding the outdoor critters, herding chickens into their appropriate runs, gathering & splitting firewood. And of course maintaining a solid fire all night so as to keep the power company from just helping themselves to his wallet.
Needless to say, he had a lot on his shoulders.
As he was locking up the shop and heading out the yard's gate, he received a text from his wife. Upon reading it, his shoulders dropped a little, he took a deep breath and then hopped in his truck, headed to the grocery store.
Juggling a cart full of items, his list, a fistful of weekly coupons, and phone calls back & forth to the wife, his patience wore thin. By then it was safer to shift into auto-pilot the rest of the way through the check-out lane, out to the truck & on to the final destination: home.
Once home, he realized his wife had spent her entire day in bed in pain. So, the groceries were lugged in for the teenager to put away. Mr LKP then went about the outdoor chores of feeding & breaking up ice in troughs. Firewood was gathered to the deck, figuring he'd split it a little later. Then inside he went about feeding the dogs & cats.
He sat down long enough only to remove his boots. Then Mr LKP selflessly tackled the daunting request his wife made for dinner: macaroni & cheese.
We're not talking cheese powder out of the blue box here either, dear readers, no siree Bob. The request was for honest-to-goodness, homemade mac & cheese with a crusty melted cheese top, compliments of Pioneer Woman's favorite family recipe (http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2009/04/macaroni-cheese/).
There would not be a breezy 20 minute wait until the dinner bell would ring this time. No, he would have to sacrifice more like 55 excruciating minutes before supper would come out of the oven with the cheese.just.right.
Despite it all, not a single complaint escaped his lips.
The last 25 minutes of oven time, he finally snagged a spot on the couch and watched his daughter play a video game. When the buzzer sounded, bowls were dished-up, and one was brought to his sick wife.
Even though there was more mustard taste to the entree than he preferred (since he'd always been a blue box kid himself), he was glad to see the comfort it brought his wife. (And did it ever?! Like a cheesy down comforter for my tummy, ladies & gents!)
His kind service & hard work on his family's behalf had once again been overpaid.
From there our hero, wandered back to eat his own meal & fall fast asleep watching more video games. Most likely with visions of grocery carts, ugly construction workers, Zelda, and blue boxes dancing in his head.
Beowulf? Hercules? Puh-Lease! Give us Mr LKP any day!
He's our epic hero. We sure are grateful for him & love him dearly.
The End.
Is everyone comfortable? Good.
On a wintery day, much like today, Mr LKP worked. He worked hard all day long at his construction company, helping to see projects through, and to make certain his crew was giving it their all. This sometimes is no easy task, however he realizes there's a reason what he does is called work & it's the same reason he's paid to do it.
By the end of this particular day, he was not only tired from his job, but he was exhausted from battling the flu the week before + the late nights of filling in for his wife and her normal extracurricular activities supporting their daughter, since his wife was bed-ridden with the flu this go-round.
All of this was in addition to tending to his wife's symptoms each night, as well as to his normal chores of feeding the outdoor critters, herding chickens into their appropriate runs, gathering & splitting firewood. And of course maintaining a solid fire all night so as to keep the power company from just helping themselves to his wallet.
Needless to say, he had a lot on his shoulders.
As he was locking up the shop and heading out the yard's gate, he received a text from his wife. Upon reading it, his shoulders dropped a little, he took a deep breath and then hopped in his truck, headed to the grocery store.
Juggling a cart full of items, his list, a fistful of weekly coupons, and phone calls back & forth to the wife, his patience wore thin. By then it was safer to shift into auto-pilot the rest of the way through the check-out lane, out to the truck & on to the final destination: home.
Once home, he realized his wife had spent her entire day in bed in pain. So, the groceries were lugged in for the teenager to put away. Mr LKP then went about the outdoor chores of feeding & breaking up ice in troughs. Firewood was gathered to the deck, figuring he'd split it a little later. Then inside he went about feeding the dogs & cats.
He sat down long enough only to remove his boots. Then Mr LKP selflessly tackled the daunting request his wife made for dinner: macaroni & cheese.
We're not talking cheese powder out of the blue box here either, dear readers, no siree Bob. The request was for honest-to-goodness, homemade mac & cheese with a crusty melted cheese top, compliments of Pioneer Woman's favorite family recipe (http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2009/04/macaroni-cheese/).
There would not be a breezy 20 minute wait until the dinner bell would ring this time. No, he would have to sacrifice more like 55 excruciating minutes before supper would come out of the oven with the cheese.just.right.
Despite it all, not a single complaint escaped his lips.
The last 25 minutes of oven time, he finally snagged a spot on the couch and watched his daughter play a video game. When the buzzer sounded, bowls were dished-up, and one was brought to his sick wife.
Even though there was more mustard taste to the entree than he preferred (since he'd always been a blue box kid himself), he was glad to see the comfort it brought his wife. (And did it ever?! Like a cheesy down comforter for my tummy, ladies & gents!)
His kind service & hard work on his family's behalf had once again been overpaid.
From there our hero, wandered back to eat his own meal & fall fast asleep watching more video games. Most likely with visions of grocery carts, ugly construction workers, Zelda, and blue boxes dancing in his head.
Beowulf? Hercules? Puh-Lease! Give us Mr LKP any day!
He's our epic hero. We sure are grateful for him & love him dearly.
The End.
1.14.2013
DDD: DAY SEVENTEEN - taking a break.
All I really needed to get better today was apparently a cozy blanket, my couch, a roaring fire, and.... Xanadu on NetFlix.
Why not right?
I mean Gene Kelly the hoofer extraordinaire + Olivia Newton John's angelic voice + comfort of familiar songs from my childhood + the early animation genius of Don Bluth + stellar early career choreography of Kenny Ortega + me medicated...
How is that NOT a great plan for recovery from this nasty flu?
Sometimes taking a break means taking a sentimental, musical, unconventional, neon-lit, 80's gold lame & contoured cheekbones kinda break.
And that's okay.
Why not right?
I mean Gene Kelly the hoofer extraordinaire + Olivia Newton John's angelic voice + comfort of familiar songs from my childhood + the early animation genius of Don Bluth + stellar early career choreography of Kenny Ortega + me medicated...
How is that NOT a great plan for recovery from this nasty flu?
Sometimes taking a break means taking a sentimental, musical, unconventional, neon-lit, 80's gold lame & contoured cheekbones kinda break.
And that's okay.
DDD: DAY SIXTEEN - warm coverings.
Striped socks. Warm. Cozy. Stylish.
Some people wear their heart on their sleeve. I wear my personality on my feet.
Considering how cold it is, how tired I am from this flu, and how I'm likely to sleep through normally scheduled "fire-stoking" times, I need these cute, warm coverings.
Now, going back to bed/couch.
Nighty-night! ;)
Some people wear their heart on their sleeve. I wear my personality on my feet.
Considering how cold it is, how tired I am from this flu, and how I'm likely to sleep through normally scheduled "fire-stoking" times, I need these cute, warm coverings.
Now, going back to bed/couch.
Nighty-night! ;)
DDD: DAY FIFTEEN - the view.
Influenza, it's a nasty word ...and a virus that plays dirty, for sure.
So Tamiflu is what the doc rx'd, and Tamiflu's sidekick of choice is doTerra's OnGuard.
Love it.
Am so grateful for it.
So Tamiflu is what the doc rx'd, and Tamiflu's sidekick of choice is doTerra's OnGuard.
Love it.
Am so grateful for it.
DDD: DAY FOURTEEN - nightly ritual.
Yep, waving the sicky white flag.
Germies - 1, Me - 0.
Not liking how this is foreshadowing how this week will go. Will head to the clinic tomorrow.
So tonight's routine is brought to us by Johnson & Johnson's Soothing Vapor baby bath.
Yes, as a matter of fact I did indeed read the rest of the bottle. And yes, I am a big old baby. :P
Essential oils + meds + J&J = better odds
Germies - 1, Me - 0.
Not liking how this is foreshadowing how this week will go. Will head to the clinic tomorrow.
So tonight's routine is brought to us by Johnson & Johnson's Soothing Vapor baby bath.
Yes, as a matter of fact I did indeed read the rest of the bottle. And yes, I am a big old baby. :P
Essential oils + meds + J&J = better odds
DDD: DAY THIRTEEN - morning ritual.
Enough said. Savoring this morning's slow-down.
#saturdaysleepin
#saturdaysleepin
DDD: DAY TWELVE - in progress.
In an attempt to out-smart the germies, I made an executive decision to stay in today. Body aches have set in a touch, so a soak in a mega-hot bath was in order. Following that, my super-cozy flannel PJ's, along with my down comforter, were calling to me. I simply HAD to give them audience.
With all the critters snuggled alongside achy bones, and in an attempt to drive more foggy brain away I chose to finally settle in with my Christmas 'read' for 2012 - a book I've been pining away for since it's release in 2011: "The Wedding Letters" by Jason F. Wright.
Several chapters in, and yet again Mr. Wright does not disappoint.
...and I have decided, if we ever face the reality of moving far away from the Gusty Ridge Ranch then it will be to the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia. This many JFW reads in, and it already feels like home.
Back to my reading. Hoping to finish it by weekend's end.
::hugs::
With all the critters snuggled alongside achy bones, and in an attempt to drive more foggy brain away I chose to finally settle in with my Christmas 'read' for 2012 - a book I've been pining away for since it's release in 2011: "The Wedding Letters" by Jason F. Wright.
Several chapters in, and yet again Mr. Wright does not disappoint.
...and I have decided, if we ever face the reality of moving far away from the Gusty Ridge Ranch then it will be to the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia. This many JFW reads in, and it already feels like home.
Back to my reading. Hoping to finish it by weekend's end.
::hugs::
DDD: DAY ELEVEN - entertainment.
Love the way musical entertainment
can bless life by uplifting, empowering & inspiring me.
Today's playlist is no exception:
"Undeniable" by Mat Kearney
"Glass Jar" by Tristan Prettyman
"Keely Aimee" by The Good Life
"You Were Born" by Cloud Cult
"Summer In the Winter Time" by Nick Gill
"Hollywood" by Marina & the Diamonds
"Home" by Phillip Phillips
"The Boxer" by Jerry Douglas (feat. Mumford & Sons and Paul Simon)
"Deepest Ocean Blue" by Tristan Prettyman
can bless life by uplifting, empowering & inspiring me.
Today's playlist is no exception:
"Undeniable" by Mat Kearney
"Glass Jar" by Tristan Prettyman
"Keely Aimee" by The Good Life
"You Were Born" by Cloud Cult
"Summer In the Winter Time" by Nick Gill
"Hollywood" by Marina & the Diamonds
"Home" by Phillip Phillips
"The Boxer" by Jerry Douglas (feat. Mumford & Sons and Paul Simon)
"Deepest Ocean Blue" by Tristan Prettyman
DDD: DAY TEN - communication.
As much as I miss the intoxicating whirl of an "undialing" rotary phone, I thoroughly appreciate the convenience of communicating thoughts in the blink of an eye.
Can you imagine what our ancestors would think if they were to see smart phones, texts, emails, laptops, or tablets?
I still remember thinking how cutting edge my family was for having a push-button, non-pulsing phone with assigned speed dial buttons AND a speaker phone. I felt even cooler still when got our answering machine with mini cassette tapes that could have custom outgoing greetings recorded on it! Oh and don't get me started about the first time my ears heard the crackle-snap-beep tone of a modem logging on for a VERY brief AOL session (since we were still paying by the minute). What about early mobile phones that cost $1 a minute? Or pagers that only showed the number to call in the late 1990's? Or even newspapers, magazines, and books simply living between their tangible covers?
Yeah... to think this all is nothing compared to the drastic advances in communication my parents & grandparents have witnessed in their lifetimes... and to think this is just the beginning of what's still to come...
Thinking about it all feels very Twilight-Zone-ish. I maybe a smidge weirded out or overwhelmed by all the changes i've seen, but I am grateful to live now. It's easier to be a mover & a shaker with today's various ways to communicate.
Yep...it's much easier to tackle the world this way! ;)
Can you imagine what our ancestors would think if they were to see smart phones, texts, emails, laptops, or tablets?
I still remember thinking how cutting edge my family was for having a push-button, non-pulsing phone with assigned speed dial buttons AND a speaker phone. I felt even cooler still when got our answering machine with mini cassette tapes that could have custom outgoing greetings recorded on it! Oh and don't get me started about the first time my ears heard the crackle-snap-beep tone of a modem logging on for a VERY brief AOL session (since we were still paying by the minute). What about early mobile phones that cost $1 a minute? Or pagers that only showed the number to call in the late 1990's? Or even newspapers, magazines, and books simply living between their tangible covers?
Yeah... to think this all is nothing compared to the drastic advances in communication my parents & grandparents have witnessed in their lifetimes... and to think this is just the beginning of what's still to come...
Thinking about it all feels very Twilight-Zone-ish. I maybe a smidge weirded out or overwhelmed by all the changes i've seen, but I am grateful to live now. It's easier to be a mover & a shaker with today's various ways to communicate.
Yep...it's much easier to tackle the world this way! ;)
DDD: DAY NINE - chores.
Pretty sure this snap explains it all. No rest for the weary. And believe you me, I am plumb wearied out.
Mr LKP came HOME from work sick. (Never in our 11 years of marriage has that ever happened before.) He owned the couch, the remote, the bath tub, popsicles & Gatorade, essential oils, ibuprofen and Crown-of-Sick all day long.
Mini-Me seemed fine through school, through practice, even through a parent planning meeting at the library. She & I ran in to town for some more Mr LKP meds & chicken dinner. By the time we rolled in our driveway, she started complaining about severe stomach pains -which we both just assumed were due to her not having eaten since before practice. By midnight laundry was started, everything within the blasting zone had been Cloroxed, floors had been doubly-mopped, and Mr LKP had been ousted from the couch to his own bed and dethroned from sick royalty.
This was kinda like recommended shampooing: lather, rinse, repeat. And boy have we repeated! Forget the broken record, We flat shattered the vinyl all night long! Poor girl. Poor Mr LKP. Poor sleepless me to boot.
Considering the stomach pyrotechnics of the past 24 hours, I'll gladly take a sleepless night from editing a batch of photos over this ANYTIME!
On the bright side, I'm grateful Mr LKP is no longer on the road trucking.
I'm grateful to be a mom who cares, as sadly there are kids & spouses these days who have to wage health battles on their own. Some moms may even be in the home but are not really "available" for the messy stuff.
I'm severely grateful neither of them are suffering alone.
I'm grateful to have a husband to fret over.
I'm grateful to be a mom at all. Be it 4 kids or just one, no matter how gross it gets, I'm glad I get to be a mom to someone.
I'm grateful for the power of the Priesthood, and the organization of our church which allows for promptness by which we can access Priesthood blessings...even late at night.
Worn out but grateful, cause it could always be worse.
#2outta3ofusgotthebug #cloroxandlaundryaroundtheclock #iloathevomit #dontcomevisit
Mr LKP came HOME from work sick. (Never in our 11 years of marriage has that ever happened before.) He owned the couch, the remote, the bath tub, popsicles & Gatorade, essential oils, ibuprofen and Crown-of-Sick all day long.
Mini-Me seemed fine through school, through practice, even through a parent planning meeting at the library. She & I ran in to town for some more Mr LKP meds & chicken dinner. By the time we rolled in our driveway, she started complaining about severe stomach pains -which we both just assumed were due to her not having eaten since before practice. By midnight laundry was started, everything within the blasting zone had been Cloroxed, floors had been doubly-mopped, and Mr LKP had been ousted from the couch to his own bed and dethroned from sick royalty.
This was kinda like recommended shampooing: lather, rinse, repeat. And boy have we repeated! Forget the broken record, We flat shattered the vinyl all night long! Poor girl. Poor Mr LKP. Poor sleepless me to boot.
Considering the stomach pyrotechnics of the past 24 hours, I'll gladly take a sleepless night from editing a batch of photos over this ANYTIME!
On the bright side, I'm grateful Mr LKP is no longer on the road trucking.
I'm grateful to be a mom who cares, as sadly there are kids & spouses these days who have to wage health battles on their own. Some moms may even be in the home but are not really "available" for the messy stuff.
I'm severely grateful neither of them are suffering alone.
I'm grateful to have a husband to fret over.
I'm grateful to be a mom at all. Be it 4 kids or just one, no matter how gross it gets, I'm glad I get to be a mom to someone.
I'm grateful for the power of the Priesthood, and the organization of our church which allows for promptness by which we can access Priesthood blessings...even late at night.
Worn out but grateful, cause it could always be worse.
#2outta3ofusgotthebug #cloroxandlaundryaroundtheclock #iloathevomit #dontcomevisit
DDD: DAY EIGHT - favorite nosh.
Life requires we move fast...
My body requires healthy...
My budget requires thrifty...
Therefore, meet my most favorite freezer contents!
#homemadeburritosforeverymeal #belated
My body requires healthy...
My budget requires thrifty...
Therefore, meet my most favorite freezer contents!
#homemadeburritosforeverymeal #belated
1.13.2013
DDD: DAY SEVEN - work.
First of all, it's not happening today, since today's the Sabbath.
Second, besides the Sabbath (the day of rest), the most prime opportunity for choice family time happens on Sunday. Whether we observe Sunday Scrabble Day or Sunday-Go-Visit-Grandparents Day, it is a day that needs to be spent together...without distractions. Hence not only do we not work, but I've followed a dear friend of mine in starting a revolutionary new observance in 2013: Cell-Free Sundays!
LOVE Cell-Free Sunday! It means no cellphones or tech gadgets that otherwise steal our attention away from what's really most important, or that detract from the quality of time spent with family. Ever tried to have a face-to-face conversation with a texting teenager? Or the busy work-from-home parent? Yeah. Then you smell what I'm cooking here. So my phone goes off --no lie, powered DOWN-- by 10pm on Saturday night and isn't turned back on until at least 10pm on Sunday...if not Monday morning. Only tech I use in Sunday now is my tablet, and that's strictly to share educational videos to my class at church.
The liberation that comes simply from removing the embilical cord between my phone & me for a whole 24hrs is quite a relief. One of our extremely athletic young women at church mentioned that any tournament team she plays for KNOWS she will not play in any games that fall on Sunday. Not only is the Sabbath day sacred & holy to her, so she wants to observe it freely without games in the way, but she said she literally HAS to have Sunday to rest for if she continually played at her competitive pace 7 days a week she knows it would kill her physically. K-I-L-L her....as in her heart would give out on her at an early age or her body would wind up crippled before she could reach her prime.
Similarly to this wise young woman's athletic pace, my brain steamrolls through the station at a mind-blowing speed...getting the engine to slow down is not an easy task.
There are too many ideas racing through my synapses faster that the speed of light! Compound that with the distractions of work or my cellphone, and yeah, I stay up working through ideas all hours of the day (even multiple days solid) with zero sleep, I easily forget what day it really is, my family winds up neglected in many domestic ways, my testimony & relationship with my Father in Heaven deteriorates & loses its luster, plus I fail to stay grounded long enough to fully recharge, so I wind up unwell in all aspects of my life.
This is why I absolutely NEED the Sabbath, and why I find that I'm CRAVING Cell-Free Sunday.
It's now a necessity, and blissful at the same time.
That being said, the work that started in motion earlier this week will pick right up bright & early Monday morning, before i have to be rolling with another training.
I cannot wait for this project to come to fruition. Gonna be fun & amazing all at once!
Second, besides the Sabbath (the day of rest), the most prime opportunity for choice family time happens on Sunday. Whether we observe Sunday Scrabble Day or Sunday-Go-Visit-Grandparents Day, it is a day that needs to be spent together...without distractions. Hence not only do we not work, but I've followed a dear friend of mine in starting a revolutionary new observance in 2013: Cell-Free Sundays!
LOVE Cell-Free Sunday! It means no cellphones or tech gadgets that otherwise steal our attention away from what's really most important, or that detract from the quality of time spent with family. Ever tried to have a face-to-face conversation with a texting teenager? Or the busy work-from-home parent? Yeah. Then you smell what I'm cooking here. So my phone goes off --no lie, powered DOWN-- by 10pm on Saturday night and isn't turned back on until at least 10pm on Sunday...if not Monday morning. Only tech I use in Sunday now is my tablet, and that's strictly to share educational videos to my class at church.
The liberation that comes simply from removing the embilical cord between my phone & me for a whole 24hrs is quite a relief. One of our extremely athletic young women at church mentioned that any tournament team she plays for KNOWS she will not play in any games that fall on Sunday. Not only is the Sabbath day sacred & holy to her, so she wants to observe it freely without games in the way, but she said she literally HAS to have Sunday to rest for if she continually played at her competitive pace 7 days a week she knows it would kill her physically. K-I-L-L her....as in her heart would give out on her at an early age or her body would wind up crippled before she could reach her prime.
Similarly to this wise young woman's athletic pace, my brain steamrolls through the station at a mind-blowing speed...getting the engine to slow down is not an easy task.
There are too many ideas racing through my synapses faster that the speed of light! Compound that with the distractions of work or my cellphone, and yeah, I stay up working through ideas all hours of the day (even multiple days solid) with zero sleep, I easily forget what day it really is, my family winds up neglected in many domestic ways, my testimony & relationship with my Father in Heaven deteriorates & loses its luster, plus I fail to stay grounded long enough to fully recharge, so I wind up unwell in all aspects of my life.
This is why I absolutely NEED the Sabbath, and why I find that I'm CRAVING Cell-Free Sunday.
It's now a necessity, and blissful at the same time.
That being said, the work that started in motion earlier this week will pick right up bright & early Monday morning, before i have to be rolling with another training.
I cannot wait for this project to come to fruition. Gonna be fun & amazing all at once!
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