Addictions

Confession is good for the soul.  Some addictions may not be so good, but hey, sometimes I can't help myself.

Chocolate is my drug of choice.  See the serious look on my face.  Don't ever disturb me while I'm opening a candy bar.

I blame Ken for this addiction.  He introduced me to the gateway drug, episode 1.  Now I need a daily fix.  Thankfully, we're only in Season 2 so I'll have plenty to watch for a while.

Good films are a habit.  Most weekends, and when I need a fix, some weeknights, you'll find me at the Moxie, a great non-profit movie house where the options are plentiful and popcorn is great.  Concessions (not that they are that important!) include fresh baked cookies, the usual suspects of candy, a glass of wine or beer.  Friends frequently show up and movie discussions add to the experience.  Come down.  Check it out. 

Since I was a child, I have needed to create:  to draw, sew or paint, make a quilt, knit something, build a doll house out of a shoe box, create a goofy concoction in the kitchen, paint a wall, re-arrange furniture.  Now, I'm passing this love along to the Weebles, aka, the grandgirls.  We like to make things together.  I'm so blessed to have a studio where I paint and make collages.  It fills me up.

I'm addicted to my family.  I need time with them.  I can be myself with them.  I am loved.  I am thankful for each and every member of my family.

I need my church and at least a weekly fix of corporate worship.  Christ Episcopal has been family to me, to us.  They've loved us, prayed for us, cried with us, rejoiced with us.  I love them.  I need them.  I'm grateful for them.  Come visit us and feel the welcome.

Prayer time, each day, throughout the day, quenches my thirst for God and my need for time with the holy.  I use the liturgy from the Associates handbook for the Iona Community, the Book of Common Prayer, and of course, the Bible.  I pray.  I meditate.  I am quiet.  Sometimes, I even listen to God.  

Quiet time feeds me and challenges me and reminds me that I belong to God and not to myself.  I hear the word of God, and frankly, sometimes all I hear is silence.  But God is there.  Even in the silences. 

What do you need to be the person you are or want to be?