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Visited Eddie. Love you. Comforted
family. Love you. Gave you some peace.
And I still love you, Gin. Always.
(signed) God

*sigh of relief* So the helter-skelterness of yesterday has calmed to a mild tilt-n-twirl again.

Selah.

Still emotionally tender, but I'm hoping I got my priorities back in line. Somewhat. I've been coached on several sides to spend more time with the family, including a bit of divine intervention tonight--the bosses let me stay home from work so I could be with my little brother. He's home again, thankfully.

Lent starts next week (Ash Weds.), and I'm still wondering what to do for my little traditional "resolution", if you will. (It's more of a Catholic tradition, but I think it makes for a good meditative exercise.) See, Lent is the ...well, not festival.... it's less of a celebration and more of a saddened look at how we as humans are sinful and can never be good enough on our own to follow God's Law. Thus, the lead into Palm Sunday, Maundy Thursday (Last Supper), Good Friday, and the whole point of Lent, Easter. Salvation. God's helping hand to us. *happy warm feeling*

The "resolutions" are recognitions of pet sins we have, idols even, if you will, and abstaining from those pet sins. Yesterday showed me I need to make a better use of my time, so a reduction on video games might be in order. Sleeping too much is another. Staying up till 3 am and still munching on snacks could be yet another. But something is in there that's allowing me to make the excuse of not being with my family, maybe, so...

*massages frazzled head* I could be overthinking this...

I just don't want to take my family for granted anymore.

Love you all.
*ninja girl poof*

...i need a hug...

They say that sometimes, in order to get your priorities straight in life, if nothing else works, a tragedy will do it every time.

Well, I musta been mighty...fudged (won't use the real word on the Lord's day, but the desire is heavily there) up to get hit twice. One I found out from my pastor and I cannot speak about it (and finding this out again via my pastor, like last time, hurts), but the other...

...my noisy, annoying, boisterous, talkative, little, small, suddenly very sick brother who's only eleven just got taken from the ER to the hospital. Usually if everything's going to be ok, the ER lets you go home. Not to the hospital.

My Father, my Savior, and my Counselor....
My God, my God...
...I know You have it all under control, and I know You aren't punishing me. I'm just so very sorry it took all this to see that I've been selfish. Please help me learn from this anguish how to be, if only slightly, a better person.
Amen.

...i need a hug...please...