[Read My Mind, The Killers]

I'm on a big The Killers kick lately.  Well, for like the last 45 minutes.  Dunno why.  Just am.

I'm doing well- I'm just processing a lot, and I know the silence sucks for you faithful readers, but when I am going through this intensely personal experience with God and then find myself working out in my mind how I might word it on my blog I realize that there is definite danger of my blog becoming a reason, a motivating factor, if you will, in convincing myself that I am pursuing Christ when, in actuality, I am entirely self-consumed and deceived.  Not good.

Ergo, silence.  But I promise that as soon as I feel it's right to write (tsk, tsk) I will.  And I'll try to keep updating my Foode Log, though it's gone to pot this weekend.  Why do I have such a hard time staying on top of things like that the second my routine changes?  Meh.

Anyway, I know silence tends to precede bad news on my blog, and as I process it's not pretty, but I've literally only had one instance where I knew I was being downright sinful and eating something I knew I shouldn't, but considering where my heart was it is no surprise.  It will all make sense when I break the silence, but, again, it has to be with a heart ready to share for God's glory and not my own narcissistic need to be understood.

The crypticism is, I would guess, more annoying than the silence, but that's the way of these things!  Torn between the ominous silence and the unwise revealing of more than is healthy, I find myself trying to be cautious without being all-out obnoxious, and it's a tough line to toe!

Anyway, I'm sleepy and my sexy man is beckoning me to bed.  So I'm going!

Hasta, kids.