Wait for it....

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

That feels better.

Now on to some FUN.

Ruins

Tree Hugger Morning

Today, I am a naturist.

While sipping my coffee on the parents' back porch, I notice a bee flying around lazily INSIDE the hummingbird feeder.

Debate in my head:
This coffee is so good, I really don't want to get up. My thighs hurt from the personal training abuse from yesterday. Bees aren't really CUTE and they sting. Should I let him out? That means I'll have to clean the feeder and re-fill it....

Aren't bees supposed to be dying out? What if he has no home to go to? Isn't this the best way to let him quietly into the deep recess of sweet death...trapped in sugar water?

*sigh*

I get up, let him out. I swear he looks at me and smiles. Then flies away without attacking me.

Non-verbal affirmation from a bee. That's good enough for me.

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My name is Had.

My name is Had.

You may know me, but you may not know my new name. You may have no idea what I've been through because I do my best to look the same. I am scared to death of you. I used to be just like you. I once held my head up high without propping it on my hymnal.

I was well respected back then, and I even respected myself. I was wholeheartedly devoted to God, and if the truth be known, somewhere deep inside I was sometimes the slightest bit proud of my devotion. Then I'd repent...because I knew that was wrong. I didn't want to be wrong. Not ever.

People looked up to me. And life looked good from up there. I felt good about who I was. That was before I was Had. Strangely, I no longer remember my old name. I just remember I liked it. I liked who I was. I wish I could go back. I wish I'd just wake up. But I fear I'm wide awake. I have had a nightmare. And the nightmare was me. Had.

If I could really talk to you and you could really listen, I'd tell you I have no idea how all this happened. Honestly, I was just like you. I didn't plan to be Had. I didn't want to be Had. One day I hadn't, then the next day I had.

Oh, I know now where I went wrong. I have rewound the nightmare a thousand times, stopping it right at the point where I departed the trail of good sense. The way ahead didn't look wrong. It just looked different. Strange, he didn't look like the devil in the original scene. But every time I replayed it, he dropped another piece of this masquerade. When he finally took off his mask, he was laughing at me. Nothing seems funny anymore. I will never laugh again as long as he is laughing.

If only I could go back. I would see it this time! I would walk around the trap camouflaged by the brush, and I would not be Had. I would be Proud. Was that my old name? Proud? I can't even remember who I was anymore. I thought I was Good. Not Proud. But I don't know anymore.

Would you believe I never heard the trap shut? Too many voices were shouting in my head. I just knew I got stuck somewhere unfamiliar, and soon I didn't like the scenery anymore. I wanted to go home. My ankle didn't even hurt at first. Not until the infection set in. Then I thought I would die.

I lay like a whimpering doe while the wolf howled in the darkness. I got scared. I pulled the brush over me and hid. Then I felt like I couldn't breathe. I had to get out of there or I was sure it would kill me. I didn't belong there. I refused to die there.

I pulled and pulled at the trap, but the foothold wouldn't budge. The blood gushed. I had no way out. I screamed for God. I told Him where I was and the shape I was in. He came for me.

The infection is gone. He put something on it and cleaned it up instantly. As He inspected my shattered ankle, I kept waiting for Him to say, "You deserved this, you know. You've been Had". Because I did and I know and I have. He hasn't said it yet. I don't know how much to Trust Him yet. I've never known Him from this side. My leg still hurts. God says it will heal with time. But I fear I will always walk with a limp.

You see, I wrestled with the devil and he gave me a new name. Had.


*excerpt from When Godly People do UnGodly Things-Beth Moore*

Diets are wonderfull.....blah blah blah Blech!

Disclaimer: There will be no information on this post regarding a current, past, or future fitness program. AND...I have no wish to offend, but you might inevitably be so.


To that end, I am re-starting Flying Fatalities as the blog I originally intended. To be witty, relevant, encouraging, and honest.

So....

WIT: (plagiarized/summarized from a fitness friend I will not name, since she would boil me in olive oil)
Why exercise every day, pulling muscles, sweating buckets, and generally becoming a "mean fitness junkie" in order to eat a RICE CAKE with peanut butter on it. Give me an Apple Cider Donut and I'll work P90X till the cows come home and dump chocolate milk down my throat!

Relevant: If there were more shows like Glee on TV, we wouldn't all be worried about crime labs finding our misplaced fingerprints at a crime scene, or feeling dumpy while B-list celebrities prance in our brain. Read a book. I recommend Jane Eyre.

Encouraging: The gifts we are given by GOD are not for our benefit. They are for others to become lifted up and healed. Undervaluing the services rendered to others is a God-fearing person's greatest fault. Be nice, not mean, whenever possible.

Honest: My heart has been torn into a million pieces several times, but I am the stronger for it. I am imperfect, but learnable. I am intelligent, but capable of being a complete blockhead. I am beautiful to my Creator, but ugly to those who have seen me at my worst. As a whole, not so bad. And, very much just like everyone else.

Till we meet anon...

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