My Friday Five Friends

           

 

Every Friday, one of my friends over at RevGalBlogPals posts a Friday Five. It's a little blog roll that asks you to answer five random questions, or tell five random things about your goals, your life, your family, etc. I don't always play the Five, but today's post by my pastorette friend, SingingOwl was one I really needed to get my attitude around. You see, this morning it hit me again. Those depressing feelings which are all too familiar to me lately.

Depression is not something I have struggled with all my life. Yes, I had my down days. Nevertheless, there wasn't that dark, voracious feeling pulling me into the deep, depths of despair. I'm not quite sure when this evil culprit took its toll on my life. Although, I have assessed the causes that might have inflicted it, but that is for another blog.

Today, I am thankful for my Friday Five Friends, and a chance to refocus on some of the things that made getting out of bed worthwhile for me today. Here are my five:

1. I share SingingOwl's pet persuasion to rise from a warm and toasty bed, but mine is not a feisty feline. It is a persistent Pomeranian. At a mere three pounds with a teeny, tiny bladder she all but makes it through the night without a pooches potty chair. She has a most annoying little whine and if that doesn't do the trick she will resort to as much of a ferocious growl-bark as she can. For fear of losing my life to this miniature ankle biter I must roll back the covers and rush her out the door. I wish it could end there, but if there is more than three inches of snow on the ground I must shovel her a daub to do her duty or my little powder puff would be lost in the powder. By the time she is finished we are both shivering from the cold. Although she has the luxury of curling up in her still snuggly, warm bed, I must stay awake.

2. Always the coffee! I'm the one in charge of the morning brew and usually I down the first five cups before hubby fills his mug.

3. Shafi Halim, my black Arabian, makes all my mornings worthwhile, and some day I will blog about him and what he means to me. For now, I will say that his morning greeting is always a warm welcome. His appreciation for his Sr. feed is shown in his thankful nickers. The softness in his eye can always warm my heart, and most mornings, time in the stable is just what I need. It is there that I most often meet up with the One who is familiar with the things of life that are laid in my manger, and the hurts and disappointments found in the stinky stable of this world.

4. Writing is a relatively new passion for me. I loved writing when I was a young-un, but never had any guidance in my childhood to point me in the right direction to accomplish it. I took a journalism class in high school, wrote some poetry off and on in my early twenties, filled up some journals over my lifetime, and then I discovered blogging. I remind myself that Grandma Moses creativity came to light late, and I keep hoping that someday maybe mine will too.

5. Hope! This is the one thing that makes it all worthwhile. Hope to believe that there is a positive outcome to the pain and circumstances of one's life. Hope that today will be better than yesterday. Hope that the week will finish strong, and that winter will give birth to spring. Hope makes all things possible, because to hope is better than to despair.

Thank you SingingOwl for your Friday Five post and your friendship. It's just what I needed today!

Thanks for taking a walk with me :)