Ruth emailed me about how I just sit down and come up with this much stuff to say everyday. She says no one would want to know that much about her even if she could write that much. Well, I would read her blog. I have always been so taken with my little Ruth that nothing she tells me is ever boring.
I confess that the difficulty in writing this blog is focusing on what to pare down, cut out, and edit from the constant stream of things I could write about that zips through my mind. I am aware that somethings are more interesting than others, but sometimes something I barely comment on is someone else's favorite thing I wrote. It takes a lot of chutzpah to be a writer in the first place. You have to believe you have something worth saying, something people should take the time to read. I am not sure about that here, but I also know that there are books aplenty for every group on the planet except one: sisters. I don't think I can fill the gap. But it's nice to relate to people who know what I'm saying. People who have the same context. Like, if I told a woman at work about the "she needs a diet coke" remark, she'd likely say well girl, ask that man out, get your needs filled, don't wait on him.
They don't get it. And maybe that is what the WT meant today about being able to suffer shame. Some women where I work thing JW's are all about submission to their husbands and for that reason alone, xmas and transfusions and adultery aside, they could never be one. I want to say yeah, look where that got Eve.
Not that I was ever for a single day a good model of a submissive wife on anything. That's the trouble with leaving the organization and coming back with a husband. He has no concept of the Bible and headship. Oh, they know about domination, but that is not a synonym for true headship.
I have a book to be published in 2012 called "Daughter Rhymes with Laughter." It's an eye rhyme. Daughter looks like laughter, but it sounds like water. And it occurred to me today that the only true rhyme for daughter is slaughter. And that is what Satan has done with us beginning with Eve.
Lesley made this great comment today about the picture of Eve. Eve was not supposed to even touch that tree, and here was the serpent IN the tree. And she's right. I've been looking at those pictures since the From Paradise Lost to Paradise Regained book, and Satan is always up in that tree. Lesley pointed out that he is camouflaged to match the tree. All the better to sneak up on you my dear. He probably already ate a piece of that fruit too. That is what hunters do. Camo and decoy to find their PREY. Now there is an unlikely homonym: prey and pray. Pray you don't become prey.
I have a Paradise Lost book. I didn't have one in Arkansas but when I moved here and mentioned I was watching for one on eBay, the "she needs a diet coke" brother gave me a copy. It took him some finagling because the books were stored at his ex-wife's garage so he sent his daughter in to find a copy.
Ah, those small things will turn your head my sisters.
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