Because I'm a little long winded

I've created this blog as a companion to Sweetbriar's because I tend to be a little long winded when it comes to the things of God, and I enjoy it. There is no end to His beauty and wisdom, and I could go on forever about everything I find in Him - but I have no outlet for that. I don't have the teaching gift, so looking for a Sunday school class to teach would be useless. Like evangelists burn to tell everyone the good news about Jesus, and pastors ache to protect and nurture and grow up the sheep of His pasture, and prophets must declare the message they've been given lest it become a fire shut up in their own bones, teachers must get what they have learned into their students.

If I give a beautiful exposition of what I've found in God, either in scripture or what He's taught me step by step, and someone still doesn't get it, well, that's alright, bless their hearts. I hope God takes them on into good things and His wisdom in His own perfect way. It doesn't have to be through me and they don't have to see things my way - which is a long winded way of saying I don't care, God bless you, and I'm moving on to the next thing.

However, the wretched thing about the internet (and getting used to using it) is that you just want to put your thoughts out there. I've kept journals for years, not religiously or daily, but I've got some entries set back that I still find fresh and revelatory, and it just seems a waste of God's grace to me to keep it hidden, only to be thrown into the dumpster when I die.* I've also entered a year of change wherein that change seems to be churning and working continually, not having yet faded with the usual washout of a New Year's resolution.

So, in celebration of the inner wheels turning and the fresh wind of hope that comes with it, I'm going to let this blog go into territory that is not so "recovery" driven, but is much more personal in some ways. This is the blog of an introvert who believes, so my way of sharing is to bring out all the treasures I find. To me, it will look like an old bookstore full of volumes that never made the best seller list and yet the proprietor swears each and every one is a little gem to be treasured if only you knew what was in it.

I'll be the crazy old lady in the stacks. If you come near enough, I'll start telling you all sorts of things as if you really wanted to know and as if you could understand everything I was saying. If you're not sure, ask. It's just a blog.

Leakey's Bookshop in Inverness, Scotland

Looks marvelous, doesn't it!

*Note: I've learned the hard way with my mother's death that 95% of all the stuff you collected and found valuable has fallen apart with use or been mouse pissed into garbage by the time you go. If you have something to pass on, give it while the giving is still good.