Friday, December 8, 2006 - Introduction - Hey there! Hi there! Ho there!
The cursor is flashing. Write something!
Gosh! I thought this would be easy!
Since childhood, I have been blessed with a story-telling talent. For years, friends and family have been urging me on , to get these thoughts and ideas down on paper. Now, that we have the computer and the high speed hook-up, I though "Hey! Now is the time to get on there, and write"! I have heard of blogging. Seems easy enough to start...
Now, I stare at the blank screen, willing my finger tips to come up with something witty. Charming. Smart.
Witty, charming and smart is not how I would currently discribe my state of being. But that, my friends, is for analysing at another time.
So, lets try this again. Introduction time. My husband Thom and I grew up in the country. Thom, on the west side of Michigan, I in the northern part. 12 years ago, economics separately drove us to the Detroit-Metro area, where we met, love blossomed, and we married.
Since then, we have been trying to make it back to the country. Yet, it seems as if God has other plans for the time being. No matter how hard I cried, begged, bemoaned, cursed, and tried to bargin with God, there was no changing His mind. (Yeah, right! Like I even had a chance)! I never said I was the brightest crayon in the box!
Durning one of my self-pity sulks, my brilliant and ever so patient husband (who has never backed down from a challenge --that is probably why our marriage works), suggested to me that perhaps we need to bloom where we have been planted. If that meant in the city, so be it.
Thom then reminded me that there is a season for everything under heaven. Our season, for what ever reason, may be here in our personal 'wilderness' - aka the city.
Do you know how it irritates me that my husband can be so calm and so right?
Some seasons have been easier than others. There are periods when we feel we can 'co-exist' with the city brethern, admist the foul stench of decaying morals and values, the impure air and contaminated waterways. Some seasons have found us teaching those around us a better way. There also have been seasons where we have been fruitful and have multiplied.
Other times, I think the fumes of the city and the morals of the people within have eaten away part of my brain and have digested part of my heart. Their pollution weighs heavy on my spirit and I fear death in this cruel, God-forsaking area.
I guess one could say of our city stay, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times".....
Oh. Yeah. That quote has been already done.
At anyrate, the goal for having this blog is to use it as my sounding board. I am not here to impress anyone or anything. I am not always gonna be positive or entertaining. My spelling and grammar are by no means in the big leagues.
There are times I need to scream. There are times I need to cry. There are times I need to share my thoughts, even if no one is reading. I am doing this for myself. Perchance, I will be able to read between the lines and seek what God is trying to tell me.
Merry meet.....
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