Life-Boat: The Untold Story

So this year has been incredibly difficult to recover from. Its like for 12 months I've been in a life-induced coma. I've tried, with much effort mind you, to drag myself from the depths of insanity, but at the last moment...I changed my mind. Hey, the people in sanitariums haven't a clue or a care in the world. I gather they have the right idea. Why do I talk of going insane all the time? Why does the thought of going mad excite me? My dears! Why shouldn't it? Every backwards and loony proposition holds yet another key to Wonderland and since I hail from such a a place, naturally, its in my nature (and best interest) to keep the hope alive, so to speak.


As of late, my ship has been a rockin' and the impact of it had me sea-sick. For the past 6 months I've been googly-eyed, green-faced, and nauseas to boot. My marriage was sinking along with my ideals. My faith was wavering (it was practically drunk). My body was going through an internal catastrophe, with my blood-glucose soaring to an all-time high. I could have died. At the time, the thought seemed a rather pleasant escape from all of my inner and outer turmoil. Call me an optimist, but I really held on to the light at the end of the tunnel, even when i was thrown into utter darkness. My husband, like most of his species, is an idiot because he refuses to go about things the way Christ would want him to. In Wonderland it is always The Queen's way but on earth (as Christians) God wants us in His Will going His Way. James has issues with that last sentiment. He writhes and wiggles away from anything that makes sense and hops off into the psycho sunset with a devil-may-care attitude. Well frankly, the devil doesn't care as his only objective is to steal, kill, and destroy. Yeah...his goals are skewed but this is Mephistopheles we are speaking of - duh!
And coupled with my spouse's resistant stance towards tithing, the almighty dollar not just running but speed-racing away from us, and our intimacy level at negative one, my life boat resembled The Titanic...at the end of the movie...when Leo DiCaprio was blue-face-up and floating...


Yeah..it was that good. :-D


And now? Well now I've decided that instead of giving my man his walking papers (whic was sooo happening two weeks ago), I'm not letting the enemy steal my joy OR my marriage (in that order). I'm fighting in the army of The Lord anyway, I may as well put up my dukes for matrimony while I'm at it. So thats pretty much it. With a resolve to let Jesus be our guide and love light the way to marital, financial, mental and physical freedom, we're doing the darn thing. Faith, Hope, and Love is going to be our motto. But since the greatest of these is the latter, thats where we're going to start. ;-)


Ciao,


~Empress of Optimism

Ｍｉｄｎｉｇｈｔ Ｍａｄｎｅｓｓ

Ｗｈｙ　ｃａｎ　Ｉ　ｎｏｔ　ｂｅ　ｎｏｒｍａｌ？　Ｉ　ｍｅａｎ，　ｉｔ　shouldn't be　ｔｈｉｓ　ｄｉｆｆｉｃｕｌｔ　ａ　ｔａｓｋ　ｔｏ　ｅｘｅｃｕｔｅ．　

Ｉｆ　Ｃａｒｙ　Ｇｒａｎｔ　ｃｏｕｌｄ　ｄｏ　ｉｔ　ａｎｄ　ｍｙ　ｄｅａｒ　

Ｇｅｏｒｇｅ　Ｓａｎｄｅｒｓ　ｂｅｆｏｒｅ　ｈｅ　ｌｅｆｔ　ｔｈａｔ　

ｓｕｉｃｉｄｅ　ｎｏｔｅ．　Ｔｈｅｎ　ｗｈｙ　ａｍ　Ｉ　ｈａｖｉｎｇ　

ｔｒｏｕｂｌｅ　achieving　ｔｈｉｓ　ｖｅｒｙ　ｓｍａｌｌ　ｇｏａｌ？　

Ｉｔ　ｈａｓ　ａｌｗａｙｓ　ｂｅｅｎ　ｍｙ　ｃｒｏｓｓ　ｔｏ　ｂｅａｒ．．．

ｂｅｉｎｇ　ａｂｎｏｒｍａｌ　（ｔｈｅ　PC　ｔｅｒｍ　ｉｓ　＇ｕｎｉｑｕｅ＇）．

Ｉ＇ｖｅ　ａｌｗａｙｓ　ｄｒｅａｍｅｄ　ｏｆ　ｄａｎｃｉｎｇ　ｉｎ　ｔｈｅ　

ｍｉｎｅｆｉｅｌｄｓ　ｗｉｔｈ　lollipop　ｌｉｐｓ　ａｎｄ　

ｂａｂｙ－ｂｅａｒｉｎｇ　ｈｉｐｓ　ｓｗａｙｉｎｇ　ｉｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｂｒｅｅｚｅ，　ｊｕｓｔ　flabbergasted　ｂｙ　ｌｉｆｅ　ａｎｄ　ｗｉｔｈ　ｎｏ　

ｃａｒｅ　ｉｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｗｏｒｌｄ．．．ｌｅｔｔｉｎｇ　ｇｏ．

Ｔｈｅｙ　ｔａｌｋ　ａｂｏｕｔ　Ｂｅａｕｔｙ　ａｎｄ　ｔｈｅ　Ｂｅａｓｔ，　ｂｕｔ　ｗｈａｔ　ｏｆ　Ｂｅａｕｔｙ　＆　ｈｅｒ　Ｂｒｅａｋｄｏｗｎ？

Ｐｅｏｐｌｅ　ｆｒｏｗｎ　ｕｐｏｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｍｅｒｅ　ｍｅｎｔｉｏｎ　ｏｆ　

ｍｅｎｔａｌ　ｉｎｓｔａｂｉｌｉｔｙ．　Ｗｈｙ？　Ｉｎ　ｍｙ　ｅｙｅｓ．．．

ｉｎｓａｎｉｔｙ　ｉｓ　ａ　ｃｏｍｆｏｒｔａｂｌｅ　ｂｌａｎｋｅｔ　ｕｎｄｅｒ　

ｗｈｉｃｈ　ｔｈｅ　ｅｎｔｉｒｅ　ｗｏｒｌｄ　ｓｈｏｕｌｄ　ｓｌｕｍｂｅｒ．　

Ｓｗｅｅｔ　ｄｒｅａｍｓ　ｔｏ　ｔｈｅ　ｃｈｏｓｅｎ　ｏｎｅｓ．

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