Getting a massage is a good time to think of blog posts. During my Mom’s Day Out massage on Saturday I wrote five blog posts in my head. Yay me.
I’ve forgotten four of them.
This is the problem – I do a lot of decent writing in my head, I even do good writing Out of my head. But if I don’t write it down, it’s gone.
Much of my best writing is done while having conversations with myself. That’s just a nice way of saying – I talk to myself.
For years, whenever I was talking to myself in my daughter G.’s presence she thought I was praying. I may have led her to that conclusion…
G: “Mommy, who are you talking to?”
Me: “uh, Jesus.”
The conversations I had with myself (usually in the car) in the presence of my daughter were technically not prayers – since I was talking to myself, but in my defense,
God. Is. Everywhere.
He hears my every thought, word and random with-self conversation and oral blog post…
…yeah, even I’m not buying it. And somewhere around age six & a half, G. stopped buying it too.
God is like a really old ghost.
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God is like a really old, Holy Ghost.
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I am the same way! Have a desk job where I daydream about future blogs but forget 98% of them by the time I make it to my computer!
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[…] I talk to myself. A lot. Much to my children’s chagrin. For years my daughter thought I was talking to Jesus. Actually, I’m just working things out in my […]
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