Today's thought from Hazelden is:

Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.
--Ursula K. Le Guin

In the first phases of a relationship, everything is new and exciting. It seems as though nothing could ever go wrong.

Yet as we move out of this "honeymoon" phase of the relationship, problems begin. Suddenly we notice things about the other person that bother us. We seem to have more disagreements and more difficulties that take longer to solve. We may even silently choose corners, put up walls, and back away from each other.

It's easy at this stage to want to end the relationship. But now is when the outcome of the relationship is most critical. If we run away from renewing our love and rebuilding the foundations of trust and faith in each other, we will deprive our love of its nourishment for growth. Love takes constant work and needs plenty of patience. Each day can reveal a new layer of love; each stage in a relationship moves us to a new plateau. But only if we are willing.

I can look at my relationships and see the potential for growth. Help me renew my feelings of love through faith.
From: Night Light by Amy E. Dean


Seems like I've read this one before. If I have there must be something I have learned yet or that I need to work on. I believe in synchronicity. If I hear something more than once I sit up and take notice.

I awoke this morning with a biblical phrase in my head, "My God will provide all my needs." I need to keep that in mind as I still have a week until I get paid. I'm worried about having gas to get to Mom's appointment on Monday at DHS for the assistive living program and to the sleep study I have on Tuesday night in Columbia. My best hope is if someone knows how to cyphon (spelling) from my white truck into my black truck. The white truck has a full tank of gas. I'm worried about being able to buy a few necessities for the house, too. I'm tempted to write a check but I know it would bounce. I don't want to do that. The old Yolanda would have done it without hesitation to provide for my family. I slip in that mode from time to time. I'm sorry to confess that but I think it means I'm still human.

We moved the couch from Mikki's apartment into mine and put my old one on the back of the white truck with a tarp over it. I'm not sure it was the best trade because it is equally hard to get up off of but it looks nicer and it does pull out into a bed. We'll see how it sleeps tonight. I have my doubts. The mattress needs to be replaced.

I learned this week that I only have 30% of my lung capacity left. It's not really known why. It could be weight gain but I've actually held my own in that department-I've lost a little. It's most likely a genetic thing. At any rate it is a problem to contend with. It makes exercising hard because I give out of air pretty quickly. It makes walking anywhere hard for the same reason. But I'm willing to do those things. So, maybe Dr. Toban will perscibe oxygen for me. We'll see.

The World War I article I have been working on for the Giles County Historical Society may actually turn into a book. George said he would present the idea to the Board of Directors tomorrow. I look for them to turn it down. But we'll see. They are going to bind my Ezell notebook into a book for the shelf in the Genealogy Room. I'm working on my Chapman book now. The Germans - Keltners mainly- are taking up a good bit of my time because I lost all the information I once had. I'm having to reenter it.