Friday Confessional

I confess

That I might be just a little CDO. It's very similar to Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, only in alphabetical order like it should be.

I confess

I detest plastic "glassware." It's a thing with me. So, please. Don't serve me coffee in styrofoam, tea in cardboard, or milk in plastic.

I confess

There are two plastic "glasses" in my cupboard. My husband begged me to buy him a jumbo plastic "glass" for his tea. I did not deny his request. 

I confess

I purchased four clear plastic "glasses" for the grand-boy to use. But they have a milky coating from the dishwasher, and I'm ready to throw them away.

I confess

I make guests use red plastic "glasses" at our outdoor social gatherings. How can you tell whose glass belongs to whom? I have them write their name or draw on them with a Sharpie.

I confess

Even though my guests are forced use plastic, I'm sporting a real glass. 

They still love me. I hope.

Confessions are good for the soul. If you'd like to read other confessions or join in with your own, hop on over to Mamarazzi's.

Peace and Joy,
Susan

Proverbs 15:1 (NKJV) A soft answer turns away wrath, But a harsh word stirs up anger.    

Friday Confessional

I'm linking up with Mamarazzi again this week for her fun Friday Confessional. So....here goes:

I confess that I am still in a funk but working through it, pressing on, moving forward.

I confess that it's time for a change on my blog because there's a change happening in me.

I confess that it would be so much easier if commenters would enable their emails. Having an email enabled makes it so much easier to continue a conversation, reply to a question, respond to a comment. Please enable your email. Thank you.

I confess that after participating in a swap, I'm ready for another one. It was more fun than I ever imagined it would be. Plus, I made a fabulous new friend. Have any of you participated in a swap, you know, the gift kind not the mate kind.

I confess I've stayed up entirely too late working on this post and need to get to bed.

Want to make your own confession? Hop on over to Mamarazzi's. She'll explain how it's done. Thanks for stopping by and visiting today.

Peace and Joy,
Susan

Isaiah 55:8-9 (NKJV) ⁸ “ For My thoughts are not your thoughts, Nor are your ways My ways,” says the LORD. ⁹ “For as the heavens are higher than the earth, So are My ways higher than your ways, And My thoughts than your thoughts.

Friday Confessional

Because I feel like I need to. Fess up.

I Confess: This past week or so I have been out of sorts. In a funk. Not feeling myself. Can you relate? I can't really put my finger on the cause. I wouldn't say that I'm unhappy. But I can't say that I'm happy either. With myself.

I Confess: Can I be real? Because sometimes I don't think I am. Real. With you. Oh, I'm real about my faith. And my life in general. But I'm not so real with my heart. I don't like to be real with my heart. It makes me vulnerable. Exposed. I like to feel safe. When I open up, I don't feel safe. My heart is damaged. There are gaping holes. Scars. Chunks missing.

I Confess: That I don't like what age is doing to me. To my body. It's laughable really. It's inevitable. Seriously. It's very difficult to grow old. Yet, it is an honor to grow old. 

I Confess: That I am a little more than envious of other bloggers. You women are creative. Talented. Have such a flair for words. Gorgeous blogs.

I Confess: I want more. I want to be more. I want my photography to be creative. Worthy to bring glory and honor to God.

I Confess: I want your help. I'm going to be holding a contest. Get your creative thinking caps on. I'm looking for a name. Not just any name. A name for my photography. A label. An icon.

I Confess: I already feel better.

Thank you so much for listening to my confessions. More on the contest coming soon.

Peace and Joy,
Susan

Matthew 22:37-39 (NKJV) ³⁷ Jesus said to him, “ ‘You shall love the LORD your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind.’ ³⁸ This is the first and great commandment. ³⁹ And the second is like it: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’