Habbakkuk 3:17,18
Though the fig tree does not bud
and there are no grapes on the vines,
though the olive crop fails
and the fields produce no food,
though there are no sheep in the pen
and no cattle in the stalls,
yet I will rejoice in the LORD,
I will be joyful in God my Savior.

a leave of absence

I'm going to be putting "This Girl's Life" on a shelf for a short while, hopefully not too long. There's way too much stuff going on and it's all of a private nature and I just can't bring myself to talk about it here, nor do I have the energy to blab about trivial, random things right now.

When I come back, I'll be sharing a few updates.

Oh, and don't abandon me completely...especially if you read "This Girl's Books." We're still on for beginning "A Passage to India" (EM Forster) starting February 1st. I plan to keep posting there regularly.

Super Bowl XLI, here we come

I can hardly believe it. No, there ain't no "hardly" about it -- I really can't believe it. I asked, I prayed, I hoped. But it didn't seem possible, considering our down luck in the past, but...

We're going to the SuperBowl. My guys pulled it out. It looked pretty bleak there at halftime: 21 to 6, Patriots. Good glory, that was ugly. And I admit it, I gave up. Turned the game off, thought, my poor daddy will be so disappointed again...but then, miracle of miracles...we came back. A comeback of all comebacks...and I quote, "the biggest comeback in conference championship history."

You know what? I'm a drama girl, but let's face it, I'm from a drama town. What a fitting victory. My Colts...I've never been more proud to be a Hoosier. Yeah baby, we're going to the SuperBowl!

a letter to the Colts

Dear Indianapolis Colts,

You guys began a game with the New England Patriots about 10 minutes ago. But this isn't just any old game, this game will determine whether y'all go to the Super Bowl or not. And it will determine more than that...your Super Bowl hopes might be on the line, but the pride of a Midwestern city is on the line, too.

You see, for the last several days, I've seen nothing but blue and white in this town. From the kids streaming out of Greenwood Middle School, to the kid working the drive-thru at McDonald's, to my fellow churchgoers this morning...we wear the colors proudly because we're proud of you, proud of how far you've taken your game, how far you've taken our city. Even those of us who don't care a twit about football...well, we care about you!

So, my dear Indianapolis Colts, please play with your hearts today. Play with the hopes of Indianapolis in your minds. Even if you lose, we love you. But if you win...

Love,
Becky

I think I may just die and go to heaven after this

A brand-new, Masterpiece Theatre rendition of JANE EYRE! I'm nearly choking on the ecstasy of it all!

You know, I've had a truly despicable week, but I think it was just redeemed... Hallelujah!!!

In case you were somehow unaware (don't see how that's possible), you can read about my obsession with this book/movie here, here, here, here, and here. Sheesh.

Happy Anniversary, This Girl's Life!

Or is it a "blog-o-versary?" Yep, a year ago today I started my adventure in the blog-o-sphere, and I have to admit, I've been pleasantly surprised by how delightful the whole experience has proved to be. Click here to re-visit my first postie...

And, just an FYI, I plan to return to some more "meaty" posts very soon...just haven't had the, er, emotional capacity to think deep thoughts lately...

please, Lord

'Nuff said.