I’m addicted to blogs.

I admit that’s stretching it but God’s been reminding me that whatever I do whether it’s blogging, or writing or homeschooling, I should do it all for the glory of God. (1 Cor 10:31) And that when my addictions get out of whack, his Grace is always waiting for me.

Okay, now, start humming the tune to “Addicted to Love.”

THE LIGHTS ARE ON. AND I’M AT HOME
MY MIND, IS NOT MY OWN

MY EYES STING, MY LEGS ARE NUMB
FROM SITTING, HERE ON MY BUM

MY BRAIN IS WIRED. I CAN’T SLEEP
THERE’S NO DOUBT. I’M IN DEEP

MY THROAT IS TIGHT. I NEED SOME WATER
MY BLADDER’S FULL. I KNOW I OUGHTTA…

OH I LIKE TO THINK THAT I’M IMMUNE TO THE WEB, OH YEAH
IT’S NOT EVEN CLOSE TO THE TRUTH
I MIGHT AS WELL FACE IT I’M ADDICTED TO BLOGS
I MIGHT AS WELL FACE IT I’M ADDICTED TO BLOGS

THE SCREEN IS BURRY. I CAN’T READ
I’M LOGGING ON AT HALF THE SPEED.

MY HEART BEATS, AT DOUBLE TIME
ANOTHER BLOG, AND I’LL BE BLIND. BOTH EYES BLIND

IT CAN’T BE SAVED, BLOGGER IS DOWN
MAYBE I’LL SWITCH AND BROWSE AROUND

OH I LIKE TO THINK THAT I’M IMMUNE TO THE WEB, OH YEAH
IT’S NOT EVEN CLOSE TO THE TRUTH
I MIGHT AS WELL FACE IT I’M ADDICTED TO BLOGS
MIGHT AS WELL FACE IT I’M ADDICTED TO BLOGS
MIGHT AS WELL FACE IT
MIGHT AS WELL FACE IT I’M ADDICTED TO BLOGS

MIGHT AS WELL FACE IT YOUR ADDICTED TO BLOGS!

So with that confession, I bid you farewell while I nurse another obsession …scrapbooking. Do I feel a song coming on…

MY PHOTOGRAPHS, FILL UP MY HOME
MY TIME, IS NOT MY OWN

WHOSE THIS, IT LOOKS LIKE JOE
IT’S BEEN SO LONG, I JUST DON’T KNOW

MY BRAIN IS WIRED, TOO MUCH CAFFINE
WILL THESE ALBUMS, EVER BE SEEN

MY THROAT IS TIGHT, I NEED SOME WATER
MY BLADDER’S FULL, I KNOW I OUGHTTA…

OH I LIKE TO THINK THAT I’M IMMUNE TO SCRAPPING, OH YEAH
IT’S NOT EVEN CLOSE TO THE TRUTH
I MIGHT AS WELL FACE IT I’M ADDICTED TO CROPS
I MIGHT AS WELL FACE IT I’M ADDICTED TO CROPS

Okay, I’ll stop now!

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