Hello, to my loyal 2 or 3 readers. I appreciate you taking the time to read my ramblings. In case anybody noticed that there was no new posts over the weekend, it wasn’t because I didn’t write them.
It seems I am having technical difficulties or God just didn’t like what I was planning on publishing. Saturdays post was a nice testimony to God’s miracle of taking away a couple of my vices. He did this without me having to suffer or crave or gnaw off my knuckles. There were no DT’s or nicotine fits. I thought that was a dandy thing for God to do and I rank this Miracle equally alongside of Him healing leprosy.
The title of that post was Rehab With God. I didn’t actually go to rehab, I just woke up one morning and the desires for alcohol and cigarettes were gone. The real crazy thing is, I hadn’t even planned on giving these habits up (yet). So I thought this was a real powerful testimony to the seemingly impossible things that can happen when you love God with all of your might.
This morning I woke at about 3:00 am with another blog idea in mind. This one was poignantly titled, “Knocking on My 17 Year Old Soul”. The gist of the message was how God delivered me from a depression that came from the deepest darkest corridors of hell. I included a picture of my 17 year old self and a couple of my best suicidal-themed poems.
I tied it all up in a pretty bow and used a trite metaphor on how I once crawled in the dirt of my sinful life, then I was “cocooned” in darkness for awhile, blah, blah, blah, and then one day the Spirit of God filled my heart and set me free to fly free like a butterfly unencumbered by the ugliness of the world and the enemy’s tricks and up I flew gratefully into His loving arms.
Something along those lines anyway.
But, alas, I guess those outpourings were not meant for the world. Maybe, as my husband wisely pointed out, they were just things I wanted to release in some way.
While making his egg sandwich I was grumbling about how I wasted my time writing once AGAIN… Whatever!! Now it seems, I am actually resurrecting my 17 year old pitiful, immature attitude, not just knocking on it’s soul.
I need to quit being silly and trust that this is what I’m supposed to be doing. Blogging for God.
And so I will press this publish button and try, try again.
Have a blessed day.