Maybe someday I should read Don't Waste Your Life

I have done nothing productive today, except for an hour or so of reading. Which an hour out of the 16 is not enough to redeem the day. And to tell the truth I have only been awake for the last 10 hours, and since it is now only 9 pm, you can see I slept away the morning. To my defense my night's "rest" was interrupted constantly with nightmarish like dreams. Mere excuses. My lack of productivity might be excusable if today was an anomaly, however that is not the case. I often think the same thought at the end of the day (and throughout the day for that matter) and the same thought is: wow, what a waste of a day. Which has me thinking, if I often think this same thought day after day can I not come to the conclusion that thus far I have been wasting my life? Yet, even the most "productive" of people could have wasted their lives. Is productivity a relative term then? No I do not think it is. For if we are following God then what we do or do not do, I believe has to be productive. And though I do not always follow the Lord well I do however have a relationship with Him and strive to serve Him. And therefore I may in fact waste some of my hours and some of my days, but with a heart full of repentance, my life is not wasted.

It is the end of May and I need to fulfill my quota

Chelsea has not written on her blog for a long time.

loyalty

I am considering becoming more loyal to this blog. I will try to take baby steps and instead of visiting it twice a year I will come and post something at least twice a month and after that maybe twice a week and then if I get super ambitious and have nothing better to do with my time I will shoot for twice a day! But baby steps first. So month of May you are half way there. Of course it is bad timing to start being more faithful since I have the disadvantage of not having internet access at home..... well we will see .....

Hey look I still have a blog

To Whom?

I have a hard time writing new posts for this blog knowing that no one reads it. Am I simply writing to myself? Or am I writing to the internet, the great web of information? It really is my own fault, for no one except one knows about my poor blog and even then I don't write frequently enough for the said person to want to constantly check for updates. So, I ask to whom am I writing?

Negligence?

mere banter

As I sat in the car waiting for my darling sister and brother-in-law to exit the grocery store on Sunday evening I witnessed quite the sight. A young fellow no older than a teenager came bounding out with his hand oddly holding his coat close to his midsection as though cradling a precious yet secrete object. I sat there reflecting on what I was seeing, on how he nearly ran out of the store, on how he was obviously concealing something within his coat and thought 'this young man has just taken something he has not paid for.' My first impulse was to dash out of the car and yell, "stop thief!" while pointing ever so convictingly towards the wicked culprit. But upon further observation I discovered that the only other people in sight and hearing distance where none other than his two friends waiting patiently for him at the end of the parking lot. With this in mind I continued on in the car silently anticipating my family's due return, for what else could I do?