PhantomBlonde


Dancing in the Mourning
September 26, 2007, 8:30 am
Filed under: Christian Life, GGGRRRR, Writing | Tags: , , ,

Is a life only obedient in joy worth anything?

How much you love those who love you,

How much more you love those who wrestle with you!

I have spent days in the light

When laughter was easy and your love sweet

Now I have spent days in darkness

In these days I have learned to dance, though my vision is blurred

In these days I have learned to sing, though my heart beats out of time

I have a new song,

A song of faithfulness.



My Phantom life
September 24, 2007, 9:15 pm
Filed under: Christian Life, GGGRRRR | Tags: , ,

So this post title has been sitting in my drafts pile for a while. I’ve been ignoring it, hoping that maybe I can avoid talking about the real me and confessing to you the phantom that I have become.

I can’t.

So grab a box of tissues as I introduce you to the blonde behind the mask and the struggles she faces.

The first one is not to cry first thing in the morning. There are good days and bad days, there are real reasons for crying and bad reasons for crying but in an average week I will cry at least three days of seven if not more. The hardest part is for poor Paul usually our conversations go like this,

P:Why are you crying?

J: I don’t know why I’m crying.

P: What should I do?

J: I don’t know what you should do.

And we both feel helpless and sucky. Lots of times we pray. Sometimes it helps.

The next struggle is to not pretend that I haven’t been crying. Most days I act like nothing has happened and plaster on the “Happy-go-lucky-my-heart-isn’t-really-broken” smile. It kills me each and every time but it is easier then dealing with reality, it is easier then telling people how I really feel and it is most definitely easier then connecting with a God who wants to heal me. Why is it easier? Because if I connect with a God who wants to heal me then I have to admit that something is wrong and it hurts so much…it just does.

The third struggle and the last one for today is to not hate church. I feel like such a hypocrite because I am the one who has built up walls around myself so that no one can see how much I’m dying inside, the only problem is that whenever I see someone who says they love me I just want to scream, “Then why don’t you see I’m dying!”

So that’s the blonde behind the phantom, that’s whats really going on inside. Please pray for me as I continue down this path of healing and I deal daily with my issues.

And today started out as such a good day….



Flowers in my sink.
September 22, 2007, 1:54 pm
Filed under: Art, Fresh Linen | Tags: , , , ,

Today I had flowers in my kitchen sink. They were so beautiful that I had to steal Paul’s camera for a few minutes to take some pictures.

Can you guess which one I like best?



Master of None.
September 17, 2007, 8:30 pm
Filed under: GGGRRRR, Ha Ha

This was tucked into my fortune cookie yesterday:

“You are the master of every situation.”

I don’t think I have ever received a more bold faced lie wrapped in something so sweet. If anything the past year has taught me that I am the master of…well…nothing. I can’t even keep my own head on straight at this point.

More and more each day as I fight Satans whispers in my ear, my own dysfunction, and the random weeping I realize that I am the master of NONE. It is god who is master of all, he is the master of my life and he is the one who I am learning

v e r y s l o w l y

to give everything over to. The verse that I have deemed my life verse and the has been getting me through most days is Lukas 1,38 “Da sagte Maria: Ich bin die Magd des Herrn: mir geschehe, wie du es gesagt hast.”

The part I hang onto the most is “Ich bin die Magd des Herrn.” In english it means, “I am the Handmaiden of the Lord.”

A handmaiden is not a Master.

I am master of none.



I wish I were a Bad Ass.
September 17, 2007, 7:47 pm
Filed under: Writing

I wish I were a Bad Ass
I wouldn’t care what anyone thought
I could drink until I puked
and fight anyone who thought I ought not

I wish I were a Bad Ass
I would say whatever I wanted
Like fuck and shit and dammit to hell
And I would laugh as old grandmas looked daunted

I wish I were a Bad Ass
I could forget about my loneliness
I would have the craziest friends
And if they pissed me off I could leave them for their shallowness

I wish I were a Bad Ass
Though it may not seem the best deal
I would be free of loving without return
And I think its so much easier then being real.



Ways to spend a Sunday afternoon…
September 4, 2007, 12:05 am
Filed under: GGGRRRR, Ha Ha

Can you tell that Los has been at work here?.

Yea. We’re now a Mac Family.