I have realized that I tend to go through stages of writing on this "blog" thing. I always wonder if some weirdo is out there reading it. I laugh at myself thinking of that, and I also laugh at the, I think the correct word is, colloquialisms I use in these things, or slang, what have you. Those silly little shortenings of words that only a few generations will remember the meaning of, not that this will last past generations. I don't think it will anyway.
PS Thank you "spell check"
I miss writing. I miss it a lot actually, and I fear that I have lost my touch, but as a new era of my life seems to be embarking on some new shores of writing, I must try to sharpen my tools, and get hacking away at some wood. I will soon write, I think, a short, or long, knowing me LONG, testimony if you will of my last four years in counting. Part of reading through a few of my old posts on here has, indeed, etched anew the memories of what God has pulled out of my heart. The great thing is that through healing I now look at it without pain and without remorse, unlike previous times. The fact is also true, however, that much time has passed and that may be a part of God's working. Nonetheless, I am still afraid that some things in my present day I am still looking at through my flesh and not through God's light. Still, His mercy is new every morning, He is ever forgiving, and He I am dying to Him daily. I plan to invite some new friends on this new era of writing, to read, if they so wish. I am fearful that the lies and shadows of my past will come to choke me up in their smoke, but I know He concurs all. I can always trust in Jesus, and I am so happy to be where I am now, and not looking to where I was before to define me, but to show me what I am NOT. Okay, new friends, as I invite you to take this journey with me... please share your thoughts, I do cherish the voices of those around me, for they show me the face of God. Much love, and blessings... LATER DAYS!!!
