Head First Into Dark & Murky Waters

What better for my 100th post than to tell everyone...I've done it again. I jumped into the pool, with very little skills to save the person I'm trying to save. Where do I begin? First of all, God has given me the gift of compassion...I'm still trying to figure out the "gift" in this gift, because gifts are supposed to make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Mine doesn't. I often times find myself filled with tremendous anxiety because I am so filled with compassion for someone that I want to fix whatever their problem is and we all know...we can't fix anything.

So, my sister has seemingly (only my observation) decided that she wants to live the life of a single 23-year-old. Which is fine, except she's not single and she has a 6-year-old child. There are a lot of details which I won't bore you with, but the biggest and most devastating detail is that she has ended a long-term relationship with the father of her child, and he is just devastated.

I'm rootin' for the underdog here. I'm so upset with this whole situation. I'm struggling with the "active love" in this. She has a few single girls that are not being a good influence on her right now and the only voice she hears is theirs.

Larry would tell me not to get pulled in...well, I didn't get pulled in, I jumped in. Head first! Lord, help me...and her.

The Lord has blessed me with a bold voice to comfort my brother-in-law and counsel him in making decisions that will benefit him. See, I talk a good talk. I'm learning to walk the walk.

She Left, He Arrived

Yeah, so Aunt Creativity left on Friday and Uncle Funk arrived on Saturday. Which made for a really crappy weekend I must say. I think Uncle Funk is heading out in the next couple of days. I would really welcome a visit from Susie Homemaker...she would clean my house and fix a real good meal for my family.

Now that I have everyone thoroughly convinced that I have multiple personalities, I think I'll go buy an icecream...I'm sure one of my personalities will enjoy it.

p.s. if/when my husband reads or hears about this post he's really gonna freak out...he's suspected for quite some time I have multiple personalities. I really don't...I'm just moody. LetHe or She without moodiness cast the first stone. I dare you!