To fear God… he is absolute authority, power, creator, father, sacrifice — the missing part to a life that feels empty, hopeless, miserable, frustrated, angry, depressed, stressed. He is the reason we don’t live with real love in our lives every day, and why we struggle so hard to feel good about ourselves. Fearing God is knowing more and more of just who and what he is.
I have become the righteousness of God in Christ.
“He made Him who knew no sin to be sin on our behalf, that we might become the righteousness of God in Him.” 2 Corinthians 5:21 [show] For our sake he made him to be sin who knew no sin, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God. (ESV)
I was really feeling the need to induldge myself in the word this morning – I was feeling down because of hearing about all the relationsahip problems our freind Eric has with his girlfreind and her sons, and my insulin pup was unattached during the night. 
So I did a search on Google on ‘the beauty of God’. looking for some study material that would…
Igotupwhenmybloodsugarwastoohighat9amandchangedmyinsulin
resevoirandthensatupplayingwithmytranslationsonArcticfuzz
*gaaaaasp*andthencheckedmybloodsugaragainandthenmynurse
calledandwetalkedaboutmynighttestingandshetoldmetheylooked
goodandtoldmetostarttestinginthemiddleofthedaysoIhurriedand
hadmybreakfast*gaaaaasp*andthenIputthewetlaundryinthedrawer
andthengotthekitchencleanandputawayMike’sbedstuffsfromthe
couchandthenwentupstairsandtriedtocallmynursebackbecauseI
forgottotalktoheraboutmylong-acting-onsulinneedsinmyustripifIhavetogooffmypump*gaaaassp*andthen
IgotreadyforisabellatovisitbutshecametwohourslatersoIsatdownand
relaxedandthenchangedoutthelaundyagainandwaitedforherwhileI
drankunsweetenedhottea*gaaaaasp*andthenwecameandwetriedto
trademusiconourmobilephonesbutitdidn’tworksowewentdowninto
townandIreturnedalibrarybookandtradedinsomevitaminsatthedrug
storebecauseonwednesdayIboughtthewrongonesfromtheshelf
*gaaaasssp*andthenwewenttoherhouseandwehaddinnerthereandI
drewpicturesforheryoungersistersandwetradedmusiconhercomputer
andshemadealistformeofherfravoritechristianartistsandthenIshowed
herhowtomakeaquickstartmenuonhercomputer*gaaasssp*thenIwent
homeandhadsomefrenchbreadandhotwingswithMike*gaaasp*and
thencameupstairsandchattedwithfolkandfinishedupmylittlebell-dangly
-beading-hingyandI’mnearlyfinishedandthenyoucameonandaskedmewhatIhad
beendoing! ^^
Life is much sweeter now than with my last entry – my sleeping pattern has settled out, my pump therapy with my diabetes nurse is going well (She’s a demanding creature, though! She keeps giving me homework! 
, I was blessed with a new mobile phone, and the looming duedate on Arcticfuzz is keeping me amused and busy.
Yes, It’s been amusing! My diabetes has finally demanded that I take better care of it (or at least, you can say I’m tured of getting no improvements on visits to my doctor!), so I’ve been visiting a pump-nurse in Odense nearly every week. Right now she has requested that I take timed blood sugar tests overnight and fast in the morning – and…
