Wow!!! I started this blog. . . how long ago? And it kind of got dumped by the wayside--and not the special wayside in Rock Springs, WI, that one would be okay to leave my ramblings at. But anyways here I am rambling. So, you may be asking why am I back? Or at least Liz is cuz she was the one who was religiously following by blogs. I don't know other than I realize once again I have so much I want to say to people and no medium to get it out.

Take, for example, my Anatomy & Physiology II project. Another student and I are working on a paper and presentation discussion the benefits of natural family planning and the research that is currently being done on the topic. 1) This is not as easy of a topic to find recent research on as, say, heart disease. 2) It's not a popular topic because everyone thinks the Pill is just so much easier, right? Interestingly enough, the lady I am working with used NFP years ago when spacing her children so she actually knew what I was talking about when I suggested the topic. She also sees the beauty in it. However. . . . . . . . .

She does the same thing my husband has been doing: "You know this stuff; you're so passionate about it. You need to teach others about this." Okay, but how? There are very few organizations in the U.S. that teach NFP or FAM (fertility awareness method) and many are Catholic and require you to be using the method also--which we are no longer doing. So I have my husband telling me that I really should get back into working towards being a childbirth educator AND an NFP instructor and now my classmate is telling me the same thing.

To top it all off I haven't heard back from the School of Nursing to see if I got in yet. If I don't perhaps that is God opening a door for me to focus on these other areas. If I do get in, then do these other things get put on the backburner once more or does He have plans of loading my plate even more. Sometimes I think I'm a plate at a Vegas-style buffet and He can't help but giving me a portion of this and a portion of that until my plate is almost over flowing--like the styrofoam plates you see people carrying at church potluck: where the goulash is touching the jello and the baked bean juice is running into the glorified rice.

There you go--I'm rambling again.

Anyways, God bless you in this time of reflection we call Lent!