I'm very anxious to write about our "Blast from the Past" weekend, but I have many photos to include, and they all include some resizing so I'll have to do that tonight when I get home.
For now, I'd like to direct you to this post by a lady I do not know but through link-hopping. Some very good thoughts on a subject very close to my heart. She says (among many other things):
"...our bodies are not our own. They are God's - and Jesus paid a high, horrible price for our bodies. He was beaten, broken, ripped apart, and bloodied in order that He could be our 'owner' (and God is an awfully benevolent one, if you ask me...). And that means God owns every part of us - spirit, soul, and BODY - including our sexuality. Therefore, using our sexuality outside of His "authorized container" of a marriage between one man and one woman is sinful (and dangerous)."
I'd expound a bit myself if it weren't for the fact that I am here at work alone today in charge of answering all phone calls and dealing with all visitors, and I don't have a clue what to do! So I can't let my thoughts run away too far today or I'll get utterly confused.
By the way, its incredibly frustrating to not be able to go to the toilet when one needs to without calling someone from the General Office to come take phone cover for you. I am trapped!! And I can't even leave to go make my morning tea!!!
(More on that note, I was informed last week that people here are always taking days off sick. I really hope this doesn't happen all the time to me, people leaving me to do this scary receptionist business. I may seem like an extrovert, but I'm a type C worker who doesn't like to be bothered or interrupted. Not that I have any work to be interrupted from, of course... sigh.)
...just sipping my 'Bru and munching my crisps.