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:

Welcome to

Monday, March 24, 2008

Trying my hand at another newbie hobby

Now I think I have figured out what a meme is, and it looks like fun. So here goes!
From Curious as a Cat
1) If you spoke English with an accent other than the one you currently have, how would you chose to sound?
I'd go back to my original one. I was born in Mississippi and I miss the sign of my heritage. Dorky I know but true.

2) Be honest: how do you feel about people who smoke?
It really doesn't bother me unless they get uppity about putting it out around sick people. I guess that's because I used to smoke.

3) Whose death touched your own sense of mortality the most?
My maternal grandmother. She died when my mom was just 6 so I never met her but her loss has had a profound effect on my family. I look at my own kids differently, knowing I have already had more time with my oldest than she had with Mom. I also take things Mom says with a grain of salt now that I know more of how losing her mother wounded her.

4) What has been the most difficult promise you have ever kept? Why?
Breaking the cycle of abuse and addiction in my family. I have always promised myself, "It ends with me." but never really realized how easy it is to just "do what you know" once you have your own kids. I think 4+ years of therapy, Jesus, and Mr. P. are the only things that have enabled me to keep my promise.

5) Show and Tell. What comes to mind first when you see this picture? Or, tell a story if it reminds you of one.
(it's a pic of a tree with cicadas in it)
Hmmm, bug spray?

BTW, this one was for last week but I loved the questions. I have a feeling I'll be doing this more often. Thanks Cat!

Til next squeak,

2 Squeaks from the Maze:

Cat. said...

Thanks for playing! This week's questions went up late because I forgot--Easter messed with my head.


(There's a joke here somewhere about cats and mice, but I'm too tired to find it. hee)

Mrs. P. said...

I'm sure we can come up with one somewhere down the line. LOL!
Happy belated Easter! It messed with my sense of time as well.

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