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Funky Cold Medinas: November 2011
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Thursday, November 17, 2011. Sometimes emotion hits unexpectedly, welling up inside, becoming a big tight ball of tension behind the eyes and throat. And then, the pressure becomes too great, and the dam bursts, no longer able to hold back the torrent of pain and heartache flooding forth in constricted and unwilling tears. I felt the poignant ache of loss and love and hope and loss. This was the first time I’d ever let that thought become more than a flitting wisp; I genuinely wanted to be out of t...
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Funky Cold Medinas: August 2014
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Monday, August 18, 2014. Typically, I am not a quitter. I force myself to see things through to a natural conclusion, no matter how painful or how hard. That fatalistic determination has changed somewhat since losing my intestine. Some things just aren’t worth it and I have had to realize I just cannot do everything I think I can; that’s why I am so very careful and particular about what I commit myself to. There’s no way. I’ve set myself up for complete failure. A person’s spiritual life cannot be...
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Funky Cold Medinas: Homeschooling
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Monday, August 18, 2014. Typically, I am not a quitter. I force myself to see things through to a natural conclusion, no matter how painful or how hard. That fatalistic determination has changed somewhat since losing my intestine. Some things just aren’t worth it and I have had to realize I just cannot do everything I think I can; that’s why I am so very careful and particular about what I commit myself to. There’s no way. I’ve set myself up for complete failure. A person’s spiritual life cannot be...
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Funky Cold Medinas: July 2012
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Tuesday, July 24, 2012. Baby Medina grave, 7/24/12. I Will Come to You. Tonight I finally braved my broken heart. And gathered up my nerve. I went to see you, keeping my mind impassive and my emotions carefully filed away. Stoically, I marched across the newly plowed passage. Leading straight from the gate to your shady spot of rest. Your brother and sisters scampered across the field,. Dodging scattered donkey pies as if we were out for an evening adventure walk. I wanted them to meet you,. 8220;I could...
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Funky Cold Medinas: The Easter Hat Challenge
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Friday, March 16, 2012. The Easter Hat Challenge. Now that I’m a mother of two little girls and one handful of boy, I do realize that Easter is not about the new clothes, the hunting of eggs, the eating of ham or other such traditions, though traditions aren’t a bad thing when put in the right place and kept there. Easter is about celebrating our Lord and Savior’s victory over death! So, if we want to celebrate the day by wearing new duds or eating ham, well, so be it, as long as the focus is about Him.
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Funky Cold Medinas: King of Glory
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Friday, March 29, 2013. And so the King of Glory came down as man. One moment hailed in triumph,. The next denigrated for His claim. Nothing but truth ever left His lips. And yet He was cruelly mocked,. Flogged mercilessly with a lead tipped whip,. And a crown of spiked thorns driven ruthlessly into his scalp. After his body was beaten, torn, bleeding, and raw. He was forced to drag his own heavy instrument of death. To His place of death so fittingly called the Place of the Skull. And deprivation will b...
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Funky Cold Medinas: August 2011
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Monday, August 22, 2011. So I Do Not Run or Labor for Nothing. I have a new personal goal. I used to be a runner…not a particularly fast runner, but I was slow and steady and I’d run about 6 or more miles a day. This, of course, was pre-wedding, pre-babies, and pre-6 inches. In between babies, I’d managed to get myself together enough to run 2 or 3 miles without passing out and I was happy with that. It’s much too hot here in Texas. 108 is a number I keep seeing and wishing I wasn’t. ...I’d forgott...
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Funky Cold Medinas: October 2011
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Monday, October 31, 2011. Apparently, there’s a difference between hurting pain and healing pain. Thankfully, I am lying on the sofa experiencing the latter for the first time in weeks. Naturally, I was a bit nervous about the anesthesia because of what transpired the last time I woke up, with my world ruptured, rocked, completely altered. Thankfully, I was too groggy to be totally grossed out, but I couldn’t miss the way the nurse was repulsed. Uh yeah. You think. Posted by Funky Cold Medinas. Yesterday...
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Funky Cold Medinas: Another One Bites the Dust
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Sunday, January 15, 2012. Another One Bites the Dust. It is days like yesterday that put ‘me’ into perspective. I may be the gear-shifter in my life, but this life is not simply about me for I am a simple weak fool prone to bouts of mental discouragement over my physical limitations. Though storm and snow and rain and thirst and hunger and cramping and crying may be just a sunrise away, I will not give up and I will not be downtrodden (for long). "I will rise on eagles wings, before my God, fall on m...
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Tuesday, July 24, 2012. Baby Medina grave, 7/24/12. I Will Come to You. Tonight I finally braved my broken heart. And gathered up my nerve. I went to see you, keeping my mind impassive and my emotions carefully filed away. Stoically, I marched across the newly plowed passage. Leading straight from the gate to your shady spot of rest. Your brother and sisters scampered across the field,. Dodging scattered donkey pies as if we were out for an evening adventure walk. I wanted them to meet you,. 8220;I could...