My mind wanders. If I walked as many roads as my mind travels each day, I'd weigh 40 pounds less and have the cardiovascular stamina of Lance Armstrong! Even today over lunch at the local Red Robin, I was jolted back to reality when my husband said, "What?!?" It seems I was staring at my salad and shaking my head with a furrowed brow and a sincere expression. Jason thought there was something wrong with my food. In reality I wasn't even aware of the Spicy Fiesta Pollo Salad which laid before me. My mind had been transported back about 30 minutes prior to a conversation I'd had with a friend before leaving church. She'd asked me a question and I had tried to convey a strong "negatory" but now I was second guessing myself, was I convincing? So here I sat, trying to convince my salad that the answer was indeed no. I can't help it. My mind wanders.
This has been a week of emotional highs and lows. Emotions are a total enigma to me in many ways. At times I HATE them. I HATE that they cloud my judgement. I HATE that they are at times affected by hormones, over which I have no control. I HATE that they can make me feel so sad/pathetic/helpless/distraught sometimes that the real truth of a situation slips through my grasp.
Carla Ritz. Proof positive that God uses cracked pots!