This lovely little life

We are home from Operation Shock & Awe which was round and round a success. If you want to hear (or see, rather) about it, head on over to Part One on Two's Company!

I have been thinking about lots of things lately. ( Of course. I always am, aren't I? ) and among them are what I ought to be doing to make money and how God wants me to balance all the pieces of this life. There is so much good stuff going on, but it is coming to the point where I need to buckle down and throw my full energy into a certain set of things instead of dashing like a mad woman from one to the other and trying to get all of them done at once. These things include:

Writing (3 different books at once?)

Blogging

Research for Secret Projects

Teaching

Working With Dad

Family Life

Quiet Time

Ministry

Money-Making

Any Other Creative Efforts

I'm only one gal. I've only got 24 hours. But I can see that those 24 hours need to be carefully spent and right now I blink at the list and go back to twiddling at all of them and I'm less effective than I could be. So if y'all could please pray for me about that, I would love it.

Sometimes I think my imagination is such a brilliant place. I mean seriously. I make up the best-case scenarios for myself. Today I was out with Mama at the store which never happens. It was great to spend some one-on-one time with her and get Starbucks after. ^.^ The entire time it was raining. Actually, it has been raining ever since I got home from Operation Shock & Awe. I love rain. You'll know how much I love rain when you realize that on my bucket list there is at least one item that has to do directly with rain. Like: "Meet someone unexpectedly in the rain. Someone who is very glad to see me." I'm serious here. That is on my list. Sarah told me that the word for a person who loves rain as much as I is "pluviophile". Huh. Funny word, but it means me and I mean IT! *Tigger Laugh & Bounce* At any rate, Mama and I waited out a deluge and then I climbed out of our van, umbrella-less and said, "This is where my imagination outranks real life: in Rachel's World you would never take an umbrella because there would always be someone right behind you to run up and jut their umbrella over your head."
She agreed that was a very pleasant thing.
But you know what? So is walking in the rain, bareheaded, with your Mama and making up stories about the WWII veteran with the tattoos on all his knuckles...

Thanking God for my idiosyncratic, lovely, helter-skelter, jam-packed little life. Love you guys. <3