Blog Entry #1

Mysteries surround my life. Of the ones that occured in my early childhood, it is sufficient for me to know that trauma in the early life produces troubled kids. That is no secret, and there is no shame in that. We live in a sinful world. The sooner we come to that realization, the happier we will be on this side of eternity. I'm now realizing-- 2 weeks after my 28th birthday-- the true import of life. I've suffered enough headaches for a lifetime, but it was begging the Lord to show me what it meant that He was the Source of Life. If I live, it must be heaven, right? Suffering to me was just a fiery furnace away from the Son of God. My sister said I loved to suffer. Perhaps she was right.

I had become accustomed to grief. Every incline, every mountain, every smile, was gripping into eternity, and praying to learn how to love again. I learned tonight that God is love. We've heard it before. We know it to be true, but do we know Him? What is love? Reciting the love chapter is not enough. Who is He? I found out today through a friend and through a sister. The mysteries in this pocket of my reality led me here.

I've cried before. I've seasons and years without a drop to wet my eye. I've never heaved my way through the waves of an ocean, and whispered "I love you" in the midst of my storm. In that moment, it was not about me. It was about the ones God placed in my life. The ones that are dear and not worth losing. The ones you bring to the feet of the cross, and leave there. The crosses, the waves, the oceans, and the caves taught me this-- the love of God. He loves me, and He was willing to suffer for me. Am I secretive? Perhaps. I must be.

An empty ticket to Rome, Italy.

An empty reservation ticket to Phoenix, Arizona

Tallahassee, Florida

-- and War

February 2022

October 31, 2021

2018

To name a few.

If writing this blog in a form of authentic self were anything to the general population, there are more than enough clues. I enjoy what I do, and it is pleasant to preach God's Word. Godspeed.