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Surely my sorrows he carried…

I’ve been struggling with anxiety of late.  There’s a project that I despair of every getting done with, and of ever getting right.  I’ve spent hours agonizing over it, and have had many ( I say that intentionally – many ) conversations with God asking if the current condition of the project were my fault.  While I can see areas where I could have done things differently, for the most part He doesn’t seem to be worried at all. I was washing dishes yesterday, going back over all the reasons why my project was going to fail.  I was feeling horrible and attempting to repent, or else resigning to myself that I would take whatever consequences might come.  In the middle of all this self abasement, I took a moment to see what Jesus might have to say. I took a moment to slow down sufficiently, so that I could recognize His presence living in me…and instead of hearing him say something to me, I perceived that He was sad.  So I asked Him why. He said to me: “Why are you still carrying t

Smarter and wronger.

I haven’t blogged for a long while…missed me?  I know I have. Today’s blog is about exercise.  I don’t exercise much.  But Jenn started Jazz-ercising the other day, and I’d already been thinking about my recent lethargy, and the need to de-lethargificate my life.  ( I’m easily as impressed with my use of the word de-lethargificate as you are.  We’re both in wondrous awe. ) In response to this de-lethargificationariffic urge (!) , I bought a pass to the local pool and decided I’d start swimming again. Swimming is on the short list of things I might actually enjoy doing that involves an elevated heart rate.  ( No, I’m not going to list any other items on that very short list.  You’ll have to go somewhere else on the internet to get that kind of content.  Shame on you. ) The prospect of burnishing my physique presents a big challenge…I’m always telling Katy to ‘Go Hard’ and respond strongly to challenges.  ( Somebody give me a roll of tape for my mouth, please ). Back in my childhoo