Today's mood: -undecided-
Today's song: "For Future Generations", 4Him

"Aren't you coming to learn to carry, Fiver?" asked Hazel at length. "It's not too difficult once you get the hang of it."
"I'll have nothing to do with it," answered Fiver in a low voice. "Dogs--you're like dogs carrying sticks."
"Fiver! Are you trying to make me angry? I'm not going to get angry because you call me stupid names. But you're letting the others do all the work."
"I'm the one who ought to get angry," said Fiver. "But I'm no good at it, that's the trouble. Why should they listen to me? Half of them think I'm mad. You're to blame, Hazel, because you know I'm not and still you won't listen."
"So you don't like this warren any better even now? Well, I think you are wrong. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. Why shouldn't you make a mistake, like everyone else? Hawkbit was wrong in the heather and you're wrong now."
"Those are rabbits down there, trotting along like a lot of squirrels with nuts. How can that be right?"
"Well, I'd say they've copied a good idea from the squirrels and that makes them better rabbits."
"Do you suppose the man, whoever he is, puts the roots out there because he has a kind heart? What's he up to?"
(--Richard Adams, Watership Down)

Sabbatical
Holy week (Palm Sunday, Maundy (sp?) Thursday, Good Friday, and Easter Sunday) is coming up, and I think it is a good time for me to fast. But not the food kind. When I visited James a few weeks back, he told me that a fast indicated abstaining from a habit and filling that time with meditation with the Lord instead. So, along with my first Lent resolution (which has been going well and I do believe I'll make it for the first time ever, yay!), I've decided to take a week off from the Internet.

I know, I know, for the most of you that haven't really seen me that much anyway, it's no biggie. You'd be surprised how much time I actually do spend online, just not on AIM; for some reason, I've been feeling acutely self-concious as of late, and I just...I don't know, I don't feel as if I'd make a good conversationalist.

So the plan is no internet at all. No webcomics, no blogging, no AIM, nothing. The whole point of Lent is to be able to examine oneself and one's sin in relation to the cost Christ paid on Good Friday (diclaimer: this is not a conversion post, merely an informational one), and I don't feel that I've been doing as well as I should have. If much at all.

Trust me--this isn't an off-the-cuff deal. It's been a spiritually trying time (and for those of you who think you're solely responsible, know this--there's more than one of you out there. *lopsided, but loving grin* But that doesn't mean you're allowed to freak out or be upset now. That's my job. :p) the last two weeks. I feel sort of tender--like I could burst into tears at any moment or scream at the top of my lungs and not be done for at least an hour. I'm hoping by fasting like this, I can re-something or other myself back to being on the level again.

Or it could just be some weird little Ginny thing. ^^