my eyeballs hurt.

blah. 
sick again.
this has been a crazy couple of months.
maybe i got what my dad had over the weekend.
this one hit me fast. 
fine yesterday, woke up with junk in my throat that rips it up when i cough.
alternating between feeling sorry for myself and enjoying the chance to do nothing.
if i’m still sick tomorrow, i’ll definitely feel sorry for myself…
don’t want to miss a get together tomorrow night.

today’s my laundry day.
if i don’t make myself work on it, i’ll feel really sorry for myself in a few days when i run out of clothes.
cheerful thought.

                           
But whoever keeps His word, truly the love of God is perfected in him.
                                                        
By this we know that we are in Him.

                                                                           
1 John 2:5

how’s this for romantic…

“I love you so much my teeth ache.”

No, I didn’t hear it from someone!  *very prim*  I read it in a book.

I feel very out of it these days. 
Not really terribly busy, but I’m having a hard time pulling all my thoughts into cohesive sentences.
Which might explain why I haven’t had a real post up here in a while.

I was thinking today, as
mcforeign and I were coming home from the library,
that this week all my
headaches and tired eyes are
from lack of sleep, not from
soul-weariness.
I’m not depressed, just tired. 
And that’s a good feeling. 
Amazing how that can change in a few weeks.  Thank you, Lord!

In other news…

They won, they won!

Yes, Knock, it was the colors that did it.  I’m sure of
it. 
And I was so happy for Manning.  I made everyone at our Super Bowl
party be quiet when he finally got to hold the trophy and answer Jim
Nantz’s questions.  The best part about them winning is that we
got more confirmation that the Colts have some seriously amazing
leadership.  Imagine a team with believers at both head coach and
owner!  And imagine the coach saying that more important than he
and Lovie being the first black coaches in the Super Bowl is the
fact that they both know the Lord.  And imagine Dan Marino
mentioning it all again on the
recap.  (Or whoever’s voice that was.)  Makes ya just glad,
doesn’t it? 

It’s almost enough to make me desert my dearly beloved Cowboys…but
not quite.  I never thought of myself as one of those
loyal-to-a-fault kind of people, but maybe I am.  But we don’t
play the Colts very often, so I can root for both.  Heaven help us
all if they ever get into a Super Bowl together.  At least St. Peyton
already has his ring, so it’s not like we can ever take that away from
him.  That’s a good feeling, too.

Our AfterLife (Bible study group) Super Bowl party turned out to be pretty fun, even though the
football watchers were definitely in the minority.  The crowd
spent a good bit of time down by the water and left us to watch the
second half in what I like to think of as animated peace. 
(That’s where the only noise in the room has to do with the game. 
Shouting at the offensive coordinator or the backs who miss tackles may not seem peaceful, but it’s
better than nine different conversations in the room at the same time.)

And so, everyone there found out that it wasn’t just talk when I said I liked
football.  And nearly everyone said something about it either that night or the next.  “So, Sara, I didn’t
realize…”   Yeah, yeah.  I’m so refined
most of the time, it must be a shock.  Maybe next
time they’ll believe me.  I tried to behave, honest.  I was
fairly quiet when I first got there, but after a while football just
does something to me and I can’t keep my mouth shut to save my
life!  (“So, Sara, I’m not sure they even need Tony Dungy, you could just tell them everything…”)  But that’s me, and they might as well know it; and I
don’t mind being teased if it’s
not something
I’m ashamed of, and they were all “kindly” amused by it.  I
even got asked out on account of it.   And that’s a whole ‘nother story.

Yes, folks, I was asked out for the first time in my life.  Twice
in one night.  And they’re both seven years younger than me.    
Oh, it was flattering, but, well…  maybe I need some older
friends.  When questioned about his desire to be in my company, my first “suitor” said, “Well, you’re really into
football and…”  

I knew that would come in handy someday.

I think Texas must believe spring is here.  It’s been lovely.

                
               Go Colts!

My sister told me a story last night about her recent experience with searching.
Seems we search for things a lot in our house.
Sometimes physically, sometimes on google.
Well, she was looking for a book to show some friends and couldn’t find it anywhere in the living room.
And her next thought was, Oh, well, I’ll type it in and hit ‘search.’

Life feels busy.  Too busy sometimes.  How, then, do I still manage to waste time?
Updates soon.  I hope.  Who knows.  Could be that by the
time I get around to it so much will have happened that it won’t be
worth mentioning what’s currently current.  I’m too tired to care
tonight.  But I will say that God is moving!

“Oh, what a beautiful mornin’!  Oh, what a beautiful day!”

I missed the sunshine.
I love storms and cold rain, in moderation.
Day after day they kind of lose their charm.
The best part is, God worked on my mood earlier this week,
so I was already happy when I woke up this morning and saw the blue sky out my window.

I feel like a lot has happened to me in the last few weeks,
but most of it is internal, and a lot of it’s hard to explain.
But I’m learning to trust, to hope, and to keep my reactions from controlling me.
And I’m gradually getting my energy back.
Is it depressing not to have energy, or is it because I’m feeling blue that I want to sleep all day?

I wish I could spend all of today outside;
especially since they’re predicting lots of cloudiness for the next few months. (!!!)
I think my body thinks it’s spring.
Responsibilities call, but I made it out for a little while.
Warmups and stretches with my sisters on the driveway
(I like doing ones that feel like dancing…I miss ballet),
a walk down the street and back,
stretches on the trampoline,
a walk down to the other end of the block (the short route)
with my baby sister so she could get some sunshine, too,
and finally a chance to lay out on the trampoline and truly soak up the sun’s warmth.
It was a little bit of heaven.

What am I gonna do when football season is over?
I’m glad we recorded some games on dvd…I find that I like watching football to wind down.
Yes, it relaxes me.  And yes, that might be considered weird.
That’s not to say I don’t get fired up over some games.
I should have gotten a career that put me near the field.
If I’d been a boy, I think I would have played.
Why, oh why, am I like this?
And what am I going to do with it?

I’m sure the Super Bowl will be great…any of the teams that might get there should be fun to watch.
But in my opinion the best game is this weekend at 6:30.
Two of the best quarterbacks in the league (maybe ever)….
…it’s just too bad they’re both AFC.

I could go on, but then you’d all believe that I actually was obsessed.
And besides, I need some M&M minis, and I have to go upstairs for them.

Seriously, I should have a job that lets me do something with all this passion for football.

        
cold…





it makes the house cozier.





watching recorded football playoffs with daddy and the boys,

folks napping left and right,

it feels like the holidays.

wind blowing against the house,

i can see the bushes around porch railing shaking.

(i’m so glad we have a big front porch.)

we’ll get ice tonight,

freezing rain tomorrow,

and the possibility of a few snow flakes tomorrow night.



this is what winter was meant to be.