Deep Weeds

Sometimes my mind wanders into the deep weeds and I get tripped up on some thought that I have a hard time deciphering. This morning I was thinking about some such idea and mentioned it to my near stuporous husband whose coffee had yet to penetrate his synapses. It really isn't fair to impose on him in that early morning hour, but sometimes I just can't seem to help myself. :)

The thought was this: If the just shall live by faith, and faith is the substance of things hoped for, then hope is obviously necessary for faith. If one is not hoping for anything, does that mean he/she is not just? (or righteous) To be fair, when I was postulating over this thought, my coffee hadn't done much for me, either. Really, all I wanted to do was go back to bed!

One of the things we did discuss (not quite so deep) was the idea of me going back to Toastmasters or finding some other social outlet. This was after I shed a few tears missing my sweet little Twyla dog. I don't really want another pet, for while they are nice companionship, I am not looking to add any more work to my days, which pets typically involve. Yet, I do seem to need to have outside interaction--beyond the computer world and the occasional phone call from my kids.  I am starting to really need a purpose again.

I will have to spend some time looking over my goals and decide what I want to tackle, and how to involve other people in it so I don't rely solely on Ornery for my socialization. Or maybe, I should consider a new goal? I'll have to give it some thought.