Still running for the cheese (or why this blog still exists)

As my regular readers can tell, this has been a dry year for me. Just look at the number of posts this year vs. 2008! Awhile back, I had considered either shutting down the Maze, or starting a new blog that would more accurately reflect where I am in life now. Truth be told, sometimes I come here, look around, and feel distinctly hypocrytical about the things I want to write. I'm sure I'm not the only one to ever be in that kind of place.
As the time in between posts has grown longer, I came to realize something. Without the past years' material, where I am now makes very little sense. What good is the destination without the journey? As Christians, so much of the best stuff that happens to us is in the times God is molding us to His image. To throw away the evidence of that process would somehow cheapen the result, I think.
So, here we are, dear friends. I think my little mousie may just have rounded a corner finally. Some things will change around here to reflect the changes in my heart. And you know what? That's ok. As much as I typically rage against anything changed in my life, I'm learning to accept the God-given ones. My prayer is that some of you may be encouraged by what you read here. Hey, you may even be challenged. And of course, if you know me, then you know you always stand a good chance of being offended too. Not intentionally, to be sure! Just know that what you find as you wander this Maze with me may surprise you as much as it does me.

All that to say this:


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Monday, March 24, 2008

Monday Meme

More from Curious as a Cat for my Monday meme amusement:

1) What hour of the day goes the slowest for you? That'd be the hour before my husband come home from work. It just drags on and on unless I'm passed out on the couch.

2) What is the difference between boys and girls? Now do I really have to explain that? Innies and outties. LOL.

3) Write your own epitaph. Here lies Mrs. P. She tried real hard, and died well. May God forgive her for this bad epitaph.

4) What is the worst habit you've ever had? I'd say picking my nose, but Mr. P. would probably say scratching at my head til it bleeds. So take your pick really.

5) Show and Tell. What comes to mind first when you see this picture? Or, tell a story if it reminds you of one. (pic of a cross shaped head stone)
Mostly it reminds me of my Lord and the empty tomb. Hey c'mon folks, it's the day after Easter!

Til next squeak,

2 Squeaks from the Maze:

Cat. said...

Oh, that last hour or so alone with kids before 'rescue' (or at least adult conversation!)...I remember that well. Yipes.

I liked your answer to #5 especially. ;-)

Mrs. P said...

Actually, in our case, Mr. P. comes home around 1 am. So it's more that I have very little time with him before my sleep self defense mechanism trips. LOL.

 
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