It occurred to me today, after making the first half or greater of the day raw and then having popcorn with Gabe and a movie (not that I wanted it...and in fact think I am allergic to corn and now have the headache to prove it...) that sometimes all my good intentions are for nothing without God.

Duh.

I know, I know...this evening I was inspired to fast. I made some juice and had a delicious smoothie after that. Back to raw, which used to be so easy until I collapsed under the burden of these writing deadlines. Which would be an easy trap to fall into and a long and winding rabbit hole to descend into...if I let myself.

But I just decided not to...even going back and erasing all the complaints I started to expose the world to. Who needs another whiner. Life's wasted on whining. So here's my new improved plan for life management...get ready, its a biggie:

Pray. Pray unceasingly, pray every way I know how.

Yeah, it's in the bible...and yes, this could be another duh moment for me, but instead I am going to say that this time my prayers will be different...they'll be spoken and not this continuous, sometimes disjointed conversation in my head to the Father of fathers. If I feel like I am being attacked, I am going to speak prayer into it. I wonder how much my life will change in a week? In a month?

If I start falling to cravings, I am going to cry out for help! (I suggest you pray for me in this, as I may be in a really public place screaming for God to pull me away from soup or chips and salsa or popcorn...etc, etc, etc... If nothing else, hopefully this will make me more comfortable praying with others. I get so nervous I get lost in the blackness behind my eyes. It's nuts.

Soon, I will be back on track, soon I will be grinning, lauging, jumping, singing, dancing, praising God all the while honoring all He created in me.

May He use me. May He call on me. And, God...whether or not I am ready...may I follow.