Lil' Black Thang

Her name was simple... How could you put a handle on something so volatile, spirited, and spontaneous. Nothing owned her - she was her own and she did things her way. And in all reality I just couldn't name her. For the first time in my life - I choked on naming a pet because she just wasn't one. The cat remained nameless instead coming only to "Lil Black Thang". Should I have seen it as the start of a trend in my life?

Today, at work we looked over the meaning of several people's names. I have known mine to be "A Father's Joy" ever since I was little, and honestly never thought it was referring to my earthly father (though he does smile at my abigailisms).

All I want is to be His joy... And yet I have been so indecisive lately, I don't know how to go about that. I guess as long as I keep searching for Him, the indecisiveness will fade, and I will be able to "give the cat a name."

Jesus, here I am your favored one
What are you thinking? What are you feeling?
I have to know...

- Misty Edwards.

Holly Golightly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul Varjak: The mean reds, you mean like the blues?
Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?
Paul Varjak: Sure.
Holly Golightly: Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then - then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name!