saute

You know those days where it feels like your brain was plopped into a simmering pan of butter, garlic, and onions? And all that strong flavor has been soaked up into your brain, and your own thoughts are so saturated with that other stuff, and you can't tell which are your thoughts, and which are the corrupted stew-thoughts?

Yeah, well, this is one of those months. Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes= one year, and I can feel each one of those minutes. Tick tick tick.

God is busy, that is for sure, but my part in His grand plan seems to be in neutral. I suppose that is fine- if it's His will, it fine, more than fine. I'm just waiting. Worst place to be ever.

An elephant's gestational period is like, 72 months. At least I don't have to wait that long for some forward motion in this life. Five to go. And I'm not saying there won't be forward motion before this baby. There could be, it just doesn't feel like it right now.

And so, as I write this worthless brain purge, I will wait on the Lord and whatever it is He's got going. Good or "bad". At least its not winter, ay?