Lent update
So, last night I needed something to put Ali's drink in for school today.  I couldn't find her usual cup, and I was looking around furiously trying to find something that wouldn't leak into her lunch box.  There is a cooler sitting in the living room from a trip we were supposed to take this weekend (but couldn't) full of... you guessed it... Mt. Dew.  (btw, the Mt. Dew was for my nephew, not me)

Sigh.

I picked up one of the 12 oz bottles.  It was half full.  I opened it, and it fizzed that lovely fizz of carbonation.

I wanted so badly to drink it.  I could taste it. I lifted it to my lips, and immediately poured it down the sink.  My heart died a little when I did that, but I did it.  And I'm glad I did it.

The fact that it's pretty much all I can think about tells me that this was a good decision.  I mean, Eric left a half drunk glass of sweet tea with ice in it sitting on the counter last night and instead of drinking it, I just put it in the fridge for him to have this morning.  Ya'll this whole self-control this is a biggie for me, and while these are little decisions, they're decisions all the same, and I'm glad to say that I've been able to make them!

So that's where I am.

While it probably has NOTHING to do with my lack of Mt. Dew and tea, I have spent the last week delved so far into scripture that I'm dreaming about Greek words.  When taking notes I'm writing the Greek word instead of the English in certain places without even thinking about it.  I know this is a good thing, and I'm so thankful to have not only the Bible compiled into such a beautifully easy to access book, but also the internet and smart phones where we have access to the Greek and Hebrew Bibles, and just so much information that I wouldn't have otherwise.  God is good, people.  He really is.
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