Caffeine free--all year long

So for those of you who don't know, I have at least seven blogs. Two are real. One contains posts.

Of this, I am actually proud. Because it means I am alive. It means I am a woman with multi-task ability and creativity. It means I am more and more like my mom.

In other words, there are so many facets of my personality it is difficult to summarize them all into one blogspot description: I was home-schooled (Though, I think I will start a new trend: no past tense with home-schooling. Once home-schooled, always home-schooled. Home-schoolers never stop learning. So, I am home-schooled.), follow the Lord's leading in regards to diet (currently it is of a raw persuasion), nurture an amazing marriage due to the strength and attention of my husband (No, really. I am not just saying that.), carry unique political views (Conservatives: let us please stop fighting to keep the words of God on buildings, when it is not even in people's hearts.), hope to adopt and/or foster children (having lost a baby last year, the Lord has quickened our hearts to the needs of the children already born but without attentive parents), raise two Golden Retrievers (Roxy is 3 and Depot is 9 mos), maintain that my sisters have more to offer me than any church program, and do not have a television.

I see at least five possible blogs right there.

But right now, it's just Caffeinated. It seems that Caffeinated is just ambiguous enough, at any rate, to ramble and incorporate all aspects of my personality.

In fact, caffeine was a major amalgamation of all of me just last week. It all started when I was startled by the amount of caffeine I had running through my system. Here's the catch: haven't had coffee for at least six months. What I had been doing differently, though, was eating raw--as in only raw fruits, veggies, nuts, etc. All the literature out there confirms that people who eat raw experience a ton more energy.

But this was different. I had been eating this way for a few months. While I certainly did experience a lot more energy, this particular week I felt caffeinated--in a good way. A great way!

I called my husband and shared my feelings with him. We realized that it wasn't my body that was energized; it was my spirit. This particular week, my husband had been so attentive to the Lord, open with his own emotions and aware of my feelings, needs, wants that it literally energized me. "A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones."

There's a problem, here, though. No self-help will work. No trendy or time-tested regime will shake a key. This comes down to the nitty, gritty, impossible work of the Holy Spirit causing my husband to yield to the Lord.

Wow. You have got to get this caffeinated.