Don't know why this reverted to draft?

I thought I'd posted it almost a month ago. :-|

Oh well... such is my life.

Anyway...

Weird thing.

And I don't know when it started exactly. Maybe it's been going on my whole life and I was always so caught up in the emotion of things that I never noticed this physically until 3 or 4 years ago... but...

Whenever my heart is aching, at it's deepest, the fingers on my left hand, in particular the middle, ring and pinky finger, all start to ache. The pain doesn't last for long, but it's become an indicator to me of when I'm hurting emotionally the most... when I know something is really tearing at me.

I know it's prolly classified under what they call 'psychogenic pain'... but I'd like to know why I feel it specifically in those three fingers.

I know... I'm an odd odd duck.

Afterthought: Ugh to the hangnail on my pinky... but hey, these are working hands.

In July I made a decision.....

Sort of gave myself an ultimatum. No longer was I going to hole-up.... Not because of my health, not because of my body, not because of any other insecurities that rob me of moments truly worth living. And I haven't. And August was one of the best months in my 49 years of life. And though sunflowers have always been for me been one of God's greatest creations, seeing a field of miles and miles of them in northern Michigan this summer brought me back to the symbol they have always stood for to me and this simple phrase of words "face the Son".... my new mantra.

Playing an old game.....

..... Ally and I. It happened as we were driving down Ustick Rd. the other day and saw a car with a Hawaii license plate.... then 20 seconds later Connecticut and Pennsylvania. Now, if you've never been on Ustick Rd, you might not understand the significance of that. Ally got Alaska yesterday. Guess I better get out more.

Love languages

http://www.5lovelanguages.com/profile/ I've always known the love language my children speak.... since they were little. Rob took me a bit longer. I know my parents languages and lately I've been thinking much more about my siblings, Rob's siblings, and my dearest friends. It's taken years to figure out which one I am..... since it's been kind of a tie between three.... but recently, it finally happened. And although it's one I'm not super pleased about, it is me. It's what makes me feel secure and safe and loved. And just because someone doesn't show me love in this certain way (because obviously we all have our own language), it doesn't mean I'm not going to have a connection with them. It just means that in my deeply closest, most personal and intimately emotional relationships, this area is what does it for my heart.... and it's how my heart gives and shows it to others.

Sweet Potators

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