3.24.2007

Ack!

I came down to my friendly neighborhood coffeeshop, hoping to end blog silence and get a little app work done.

But someone's given a teenager an amp, an acoustic guitar, and absolutely no sense.

He's whining Frank Sinatra while strumming like he's in a praise band.

I know, grousing about praise bands in my God Blog. Wrong wrong wrong, but there it is.

I'm in pain here, folks. I'd love to stay and visit with you all for a while. I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed quiet time this morning, and how I am wiggling and inching my way back to feeling like God and I are holding hands.

But I'm really going to have to run.
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2 comments:

  1. Iris4:09 PM

    LOL! I know the feeling, Mrs. M!

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  2. Anonymous12:15 PM

    it tickles my heart that an english lit major uses words like "schlooooop","ack", "grousing" with the same aplomb she uses to share her homilies!

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"So keep fightin' for freedom and justice, beloveds, but don't you forget to have fun doin' it. Lord, let your laughter ring forth. Be outrageous, ridicule the fraidy-cats, rejoice in all the oddities that freedom can produce. And when you get through kickin' ass and celebratin' the sheer joy of a good fight, be sure to tell those who come after how much fun it was."
-Saint Molly Ivins

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