Bibles

Funny thing happened to me yesterday.
(rare I know)
I was in Mardel's visiting with Em, and she had a couple of ladies come over to her and ask for her help in finding a Bible for a teenage girl.
So I began to just wander around aimlessly and looked at various books, goofed on my phone, all the while I could hear them pestering Em with questions about Bible translations, and brands and study Bible or not and etc etc etc.
Poor Em was being overwhelmed! Their questions were coming so fast and were so random that she couldn't answer.
Finally. I had to step in.
(Tony-Man to the rescue!)
I began with an answer to the question being forced upon Erica at the time: Why is it called the NIV translation?
Then we moved on to explain the "rubric" if you will, of Bible translations, of how the KJV, the NKJV, the NASB and others were more literal word for word translations, while versions like The Message, NIV, NLT and others are more thought for thought or idea for idea translations.
All the while answering the questions that arose, getting their life history, and being admonished to "use your Theology degree because someone needs to reach the youth!"
Funny thing was, you would have initially thought that it was the 40-something lady that was humouring her 80-something mother... But no... It soon became very clear that the elderly woman was of more sound mind, and was taking care of her daughter.
Fast forward to twenty minutes later of educating the poor people and helping them along the way.

It was interesting.

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Looking forward to the beginning of May.

Not looking forward to certain conversations.

Daft

Yes, I am a fool.
I know that I am.
I do not deny it.
I cannot change it.
Yet as a fool, and daft as I am, I plunge in headfirst.
Why do I do this?
Because it makes me happy that's why. The voices in my head scream out against it, but they are easily silenced.
I shall enjoy what little happiness is available while I can. I know the time will come when this is not something I can indulge in, but that day has been postponed for the time being.

Nonsense speweth forth from my oral orafice. Or fingers. Shut up I know.

having an interesting day.
Not sure I care for it. :(

That single tear

It is not a moment of emotion or of pain. But merely a moment of retrospect and self-examination.
Lying here thinking and reviewing my life to this point. I don't know what to say about myself, how to describe myself for you. If you asked me to, I can give you a patent answer but not an honest description of myself.  It's not something I can honestly manage at this point.

That tear of which I speak, escapes my eye unbidden.Unaccompanied, and bound into it's existence of solitude, it expresses how I feel.

Better

Any life without me is a life better off.

So get me out of your life and things will be better.