My Quiet Time


Well, well…here I am again. On the road to self-improvement and spirituality. I want to know God better. I want to follow Him into the great wild or the blue yonder or to the gas station. The fact is, I really don’t care where He leads, I just know I wanna be a part of it. Which leads to the field of meditation. This word is enough to scare the socks off someone who’s been on meds for ADD. I started today and hope that it becomes a portion of my highly-acclaimed day. I think it can only lead to good things. However, I noticed I may need a couple days…ahem..yeah…to acclimate myself to my new peaceful mindset. For instance, maybe within the next few days I won’t notice how dry the skin on my legs became after using a new soap during my quiet time. I may not even notice the Fiber One nugget on the floor—Aha! I think to myself, THAT’S what the cat was batting around earlier! I might not contemplate how badly I need to start working out again and what a great joy it will be when I can finally get back to the gym. Boy, CFS can really wreak havoc on a body. What’s that noise? Is that the A/C? Why would it be making that noise? Oh well, I won’t have to worry about it for much longer. I can simply switch it to off. Indian summer. I wonder why they call it that. Is that even PC? Oh! Peace. Jesus. Quiet the mind, quiet the soul. I can do this. I can do this. Yep. Just tack that on to the list of other goals like flossing twice a day. Really? Do people do this? What kind of goal is that anyway? I mean, really, oooh, shoot for the stars! Where do I come up with these tasks? My mom. She reads a lot and gets all kinds of challenging ideas to defeat and conquer. I should call her…


About chronicchristian

I am a mother of 2 children who I realized not long ago I can't call "toddlers" anymore, married to the best man in the world for 12 years and chasing after what God wants for my life. I currently deal with some symptoms and have for the past 9 years, that resemble an autoimmune illness. Currently my own body is attacking my thyroid (seems it could find something better to do) and the doctors I've seen are at a loss as to what the plan might be. I believe God has the very best plan and that He is doing something awesome and she who guards her lips guards her life. This blog is good therapy. Maybe not for you, but definitely for me. God is good and I intend to prove it.

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