Cloudy

So that's not the best picture ever, but it's a cropped pic of the sunset clouds the night before ole Ike rolled in.

My brain's been a little cloudy lately. October sucks. Don't get me wrong, I get to have alot of fun this month with Erin's showers and Brandy moving two buildings away. But school is going to suck. Between "education go get it" week and applications, TACRAO weeks in the middle of the month equalling 25 schools visiting in 9 days YIKES!!

On a clearer note, I am doing a bible study at church on Sunday nights that seems like it's going to be good. We shall see.

Hopefully I will be able to focus and get more done at work and at home and in my heart.

Take A Hike Ike

I wouldn't be a good Houstonite if I didn't take the time toblog about Ike. My favorite picture of the storm has been a store that boarded up it's windows and one of the pieces of the plywood has a comment along the lines of leave us alone Ike, we aren't Tina. A reference to Ike and Tina Turner, who I belive was beat within an inch or so of her life by her husband here in Houston.

Anywho. My sister was on call this weekend so she is at Texas Children's/St. Lukes and hunkered down. My brother in law and nieces are here in my apartment. It's pretty funny. Sarah is like Dawn. She want's to go outside, she doesn't care about the wind, and she's looking forward to the pine tree in front of my balcony to snap. Hailey has all of her stuffed animals and is sitting with me on the couch with a flashlight and asking when the lights were going to go out.

Hopefully we will just get bad rain and not quite as bad wind as what I think we might. I am hoping to get to bed before it really gets horrible.

Hope you are staying safe if you are dealing with this.

Say a little prayer for the 200,000+ already without power.

I have a strange feeling we won't be at school on Monday, because I doubt Caney Creek will be up an running...I know it took a while during Rita.

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I search for words
That despite my futile efforts
Just don’t come.
Words to explain that you are gone.
Not from my heart, unfortunately.
But from my desires, from my wants.
The thought of you
With her
Again
Is almost a joke.
I like to laugh, but not at myself.
Has the desire for being needed
Burdened me?
Yes.
The desire to be wanted by you there.
Yes.
Why? A question, a statement.
A promise.
If you aren’t where I am supposed to be, then
Am I lost?
No.
The 23rd promise tells us that we are guided.
Sheep. We follow.
Cattle are driven.
It’s hard to follow.
To know not where we are being led.
To know that we shouldn’t want, because
We are given what we need when we need.
Follow.
Open heartedly.
Ready for something we couldn’t have imagined.
Burdened by years of trying to be a cattle prod, instead of
Feeling the rod and staff of protection.
Hurt that a friendship is damaged
By desire.
When it could have just been still.
Knowing that what we deserve is
One another’s best tomorrow, not
One another’s yesterdays.
Words, escape my mind and hands,
But not my mouth.
I’m sorry for wanting you, yes.
But never sorry for the love
I gave.
But was not returned.