For all those who may or may not be curious:
No, the name of my blog is absolutely not a comment on the state of pregnancy I may or may not be in.
And no, for those who are further curious, I am not in a state of pregnancy!
Monday, November 21, 2011
Early Morning Praise
Oh Lord, open my lips
And my mouth shall declare your praise
(but what shall it say, this mouth of mine?
Will it speak nonsense?
Will it cry foul?
Or will I just stand there,
Open-mouthed,
Like a big fish just waiting to be hooked?)
Laudate dominum
Declare the mouths of the saints
Let us praise the lord
Sing the mouths of the psalmists
Let's have another cuppa joe
Mumbles mine
And maybe I'll try again later...
And my mouth shall declare your praise
(but what shall it say, this mouth of mine?
Will it speak nonsense?
Will it cry foul?
Or will I just stand there,
Open-mouthed,
Like a big fish just waiting to be hooked?)
Laudate dominum
Declare the mouths of the saints
Let us praise the lord
Sing the mouths of the psalmists
Let's have another cuppa joe
Mumbles mine
And maybe I'll try again later...
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
New to Blogging
I've been wanting to blog for a while now.
For a long time journal-writer, it's seemed like a natural thing to do. And yet, each time I went to try it, I felt...self-conscious. Vulnerable. Almost silly, wondering who do I think I am that my thoughts are so important they need to be published on the web.
But here I am. Not because I decided my thoughts were so very important. Not because I screwed my courage to the sticking place. But because I finally found a name that I thought worthy of being a Blog name.
It was at my council meeting last night (I'm a pastor). I was getting out of my car and saying hi to the wonderful people there, when I heard a shout in the night.
"Hey!" yelled one of the council members, "Preacher Momma! C'mere!"
Preacher Momma, I thought. I could live with that.
And so, the blog was born. I still feel self-conscious. I still feel vulnerable. But at least I can feel all those things with a name that screams style.
Preacher Momma. Yeah, I like it.
For a long time journal-writer, it's seemed like a natural thing to do. And yet, each time I went to try it, I felt...self-conscious. Vulnerable. Almost silly, wondering who do I think I am that my thoughts are so important they need to be published on the web.
But here I am. Not because I decided my thoughts were so very important. Not because I screwed my courage to the sticking place. But because I finally found a name that I thought worthy of being a Blog name.
It was at my council meeting last night (I'm a pastor). I was getting out of my car and saying hi to the wonderful people there, when I heard a shout in the night.
"Hey!" yelled one of the council members, "Preacher Momma! C'mere!"
Preacher Momma, I thought. I could live with that.
And so, the blog was born. I still feel self-conscious. I still feel vulnerable. But at least I can feel all those things with a name that screams style.
Preacher Momma. Yeah, I like it.
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