Conquering X

Today on Scripture typer I finished off Romans 8 with verses 31-39. When I work on a passage I have a variety of thoughts go through my head, some of which certainly lack that certain spiritual je ne sais quoi.

Today I started thinking what the Homeschooling Mom's version of parts of this would look like, something like:

Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall standardized tests, or book fairs, or socialization, or clutter, or algebra, or writing, or noise?

Anyhow. They won't and that is good news.

But then following that encouraging part comes the part that does not seem to me to belong, according to my frail logic. Here we have this wonderful list of things that will NOT separate us from the love of Christ, and just when I would like to hear something warm and cuddly instead we get a nasty quote, something that might happen to hapless critters like hobbits:

“For your sake we are being killed all the day long;

we are regarded as sheep to be slaughtered.”

And yet we are reassured that we are still more than conquerors. I do not often picture sheep as the conquering type. It is great that even silly sheep have One who makes them more than conquerors.

Even when algebra is whipping your students. :-P

(not)Cheery News for Those Feeling Blue

I was clicking across some sites and just briefly saw an ad, I don't know exactly med it was for, but somehow I found the ad a combination of depressing and hysterical. It said something like: You're not alone... One in three patients fail on their first antidepressant taken..."


Cheery, eh? Here you are, depressed and whatnot, and so you try a med. And YOU fail at it. Not it fails you, but you are so worthless you even fail at this. 


Anyhow. I googled trying to find what med it might be and the closest I could get was an article talking about alternatives to antidepressants. I was underimpressed with TCM, TransCranialMagnetism where "strong magnets can be pressed onto a patient's head to influence the brain's circuitry." Does the thought of looking like Frankenstein and being able to attach your family's calendar directly to your head with magnets sound cheering? Maybe it's just me, but I am sticking with dark chocolate, the best mood elevator I know of.