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

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Monday Meme

Wow, almost missed this another week running! It's time for a Monday Meme, courtesy of Cat.
1) If you could have any number of siblings, how many would you have, and of what gender? Hmmm. Honestly, I'm not close to my brother, and can't imagine having a sibling relationship that is close. I guess in a sugar-and-honey-coated kinda dream world, I'd have a huge loving family like what you see with the Duggars. But, reality is my brother and I rarely speak more than 3 words a year, even though he lives with Mom.
2) When was the time in your life when you felt the most repressed? Just in the last few months. I was trying to be who I thought I should because of my faith, and who I thought God would want me to be. Now, I'm back to my senses and feeling much better.
3) What's the best thing to do right after sex? Roll over and go to sleep. In actuality, I go potty first. Wait, I mean in the potty. Not in the bed.
4) Which phobias do you have? Totally freaked out by feet. ~shudders~
5) Show and Tell. What comes to mind first when you see this picture? Or, tell a story if it reminds you of one.
Basket, which leads to my shoe basket, which is falling apart, which leads to ideas to remedy that problem, which leads to thoughts of my living room closet, which leads to thoughts of my organizational deficiencies, which leads to my lack of housekeeping skills, which leads to the fight Mr. P. and I had earlier, which leads to my currently raging PMS, which leads to thoughts of oncoming AF, which leads to sadness over not being pregnant this month.
Damn you, wicker basket! Tongue Out

Til next squeak,

2 Squeaks from the Maze:

Cat. said...

Y'know...I love the way you write. Your response to the photo is unexplainably poignant, funny, and 'real.'

Isn't it weird how religion talks all about setting us free, but all too often wraps us up in chains? I am glad you're feeling better.

Mr P said...

Shoe basket your doing it wrong!!!

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