Thinking on the "Rantings of a Mad Woman"

First, I just want to thank each and everyone of you for the lovely things that you wrote. I appreciate those who gave me encouragement and those that just said they loved me. Honestly though, when I was writing this it was so theraputic it wasn't at all beating up on myself. As you could see from the list I had both good and bad things...like Kat said, a very honest and raw representation of myself. (I will NEVER quit hanging out with you dear!) While, I appreciate the encouragement from everyone and I could never ever do without it, so keep it coming...I realize that that post was far more for me than anyone else. I was slipping away, forgetting who I was, struggling with who I want to be, and who I want God to be in me, and I just needed to let it all go! This weekend once again, not sure what it is about weekends, maybe its me working every freakin' Saturday this month, but I began to retreat back into a little shell. My pastor had a lovely sermon, a sermon I needed to hear, from what little glimpses I caught of it, but my ears for the most part were closed. I was exhausted from Saturday and my mind was completely and totally shut down. However, just sitting here this morning reading your comments reminds me I want to live..."Oh the Beauty of God is Man Fully Alive"...Sarah Groves!

I was listening to Christmas music this morning, Bing Crosby White Christmas to be exact, yeppers I usually start listening to the ole Christmas around August...Did I ever tell anyone that Christmas is my absolute favorite holiday...I mean Halloween is pretty cool, Thanksgiving really makes me smile, but that Christmas I tell you is something else...FANTASTIC!!! So, I was listening and clapping my hands together and squeeling like a 2 year old I was so excited...I wish I were kidding, actually I don't, it's one of those things I love about myself and I hope my hubby loves too! Anyhoo! I pulled out of the drive and there was the moon all beautiful and brilliant...and I thought about the song "You are the Sun" on Sara Groves amazing and profound new album "Add to the Beauty" and how I am the moon...a cold dark stone, and I can only shine when I turn my face to the sun "son"! So, here I am, with this beautiful representation of a truth I need to be prevelant in my life, listening to Christmas music and, well, I just couldn't be happier! God is so good and His mercies are truly new every morning!

I love you all ooodles and oodles...and a side note for Amy...one of my biggest struggles with people is being completely honest for fear of rejection...however, I promised you a while back that I would always strive to be honest with you, and I will keep that promise :) You are precious in His site and mine! (All of you are!)

Comments

Carol said…
Atta girl! You just sing carols at the top of your lungs and to your heart's content.

They didn't name me that for nothin', you know. :-D
12:35 PM
Pilot Mom said…
Melissa, I'm just checking in with you to see how your event went on Saturday. You had asked for prayer and I would love to put an answer down in my prayer journal! :)

I LOVE Christmas music too! Anytime of the year! I can hardly wait to begin decorating!
2:10 PM
Holly said…
oooo I am glad I am not the only one that flips over Christmas music! Last year I soo enjoyed going to Starbucks and listening to the music and studying. oooohhh when do they start playing it there..gonna have to find out! Anyhoo... I was cruising Amazon.com and came across Mercy Me's Christmas album...sounds pretty good, they put their own spin on a couple of classics but I still dig it! here is the link!! :)

oooo I do love Christmas!!!!!!!!! sooon it will be here!! Yippeee!!
11:34 PM
Melissa said…
I knew I liked all of you for some reason...Christmas is the BEST! I will absolutely check out Mercy Me's Christmas album Mustang Girl, we tend to start playing Christmas music in our store around November...Pilot Mom...if I could play Christmas music year round I would!...Kat...the Chipmunks Christmas CD...how awesome it that...I really like the Veggietales Christmas album and now they are coming out with a new one...have to go buy them both:)

Carol...you so have the perfect name! Oh yeah and Pilot Mom you can totally put it down as a praise...other than a little stress in the morning setting up and having only 13 teachers show up, expecting like 30 to 40 teachers, and the author showing up 10 minutes late, it was a SMASH! The teachers LOVED, one even gave me a HUG! Which is enough of a success for me! So you can definately mark it as a praise!

Gayla...you know how I feel about you, I will absolutely check that blog...thank you so very much for your beautiful honesty and love for me! It has been salve to my soul!

Kat...I'll see you whenever you want :):)
8:14 AM
Pilot Mom said…
I have to chime in my agreement with Gayla! :) *sigh* I don't know, ladies...I'm beginning to feel a little 'old'.
11:44 AM
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