Mia familia

Christmas is coming. Seriously, it's a little over a month away... That's insane. This year has gone by SO FAST.
I've been thinking about my family today, and Christmas, obviously. I want to do little gifts for everyone this year, so we'll see how that works out. I'm so disorganized=p.
like most of us Zetterbergs.
I think probably the best way to describe the holidays with us is planned chaos. We do plan everything, but we plan way too much, like always, and we are, er, flexible. Eh, our plans change frequently.
I'm looking forward to it;). We laugh the whole way through the insanity that is the z-berg home!

Ya missed the memo...

Thoughtless... Insensitive... Careless... Distracted.
This is probably my biggest fault. Anyone who knows me knows I would never hurt anyone on purpose. Yet I was raised amongst a family that holds sensitivity on a pretty low standard- simply put, we're hard on each other, and tough because of it. We tease hard, and we are blunt and honest. We don't hesitate to say things. We also don't think or consider a lot of things that many people do... Making us less likely to be offended, and more likely to offend.
My experience lately has been missing the memo... I don't realize things til after I've missed my chance, and it's too late.
It's a problem for me, but I think it's funny... I'm pretty sure the Lord is trying to round out my edges, fill in the areas of my life where I'm messed up, teach me. So, it's not fun and I feel like a little stupid kid, but I think it'll be worth it. Especially since mainly I feel horrible for all the poor people I love that have to put up with my blundering insensitivity.

11.1.12

It's November. 10 months have flown by... I'm almost to a year. I want to ask, "so, do you still not believe me?". I told him at one point, if it weren't for him, I would have been free to leave, to move, to change my life, as a reply to him accusing me of not loving or giving enough. He told me I wouldn't ever leave, I wouldn't follow through... That i could never leave my family or hometown, and that was why i was still there. That I always have ideas and plans I never do.
Because of him, I did. I'd love to say, "oh really?". I guess the truth is, he didn't plan on God motivating, enabling and strengthening me to do what I've done. With The Lord, I'm a different girl. Had God not picked me up and carried me out of the hole I was in, yes, I would still be there. I wouldn't be there for the reasons he thought though, and I would still be slowly deteriorating in every way.
I have everything to thank Him for, and every reason to trust Him to continue to hold me. And I do. It's amazing, He really does do miracles.