This fall marks the first fall I haven’t started a new school year since the early 1980s. For all y’all that thought I was older, I’ll disappoint you in knowing that those were preschool years—but school nonetheless, my mom maintains. I have a salary from a job I actually studied to learn how to do…
Here’s the part where you might expect a big “but.” But there isn’t one. I even half expect myself to express some gross disappointment with mine own state of being—even after being sob-struck in the middle of worship service a few months ago to learn this very lesson that, should this sentence ever end, I’m blogging about:
The Kingdom of God moves forward; even in this imperfect and tiny, limited life, there’s room for God’s infinite love. Forget some sort of karmic give and take: the Kingdom of God marches forward. No more waiting for the other shoe to drop—things keep getting better.
That doesn’t mean I’ve shed all obstacles. My past isn’t some metaphorical skin sluffed off with a fancy lufa or steel wool. If the awkward metaphor can continue, it’s more like a series of stones I’ve swallowed that I still must pass.
That doesn’t mean I’ve escaped the enemy—or even this world. I’ll fall flat on my face many more times—either in tripping or humbly bowing.
God provides.
There are people who’ll pick me up when I fall—but maybe more importantly challenge me in the okay times to keep me focused and disciplined for the crap times. There are the glimpses God’s given me of new roles and plans he has for me. There’s also the love.
Among other things God’s been laying on my heart, I went home last weekend for a memorial service. I’d like to render it all nicely and concisely for all y’all here, but the trip just didn’t work that way. Among other things I’ve been working on is coming back to the craft of writing—blogging being a different beast entirely. I toyed around with the idea of working on some longer essays that I’d still publish periodically on this contraption, but my first craft has lured me back: the short story.
For all y’all that don’t know my age, there’s more of you who don’t know that I’m a writer. I even bothered to get a degree in it once upon a time.
All that means is that there might be less of me up here. I’ll probably keep this thing open for the periodic repost of some relevant news bit or prayer related topic—the common theme being that I won’t be writing all that much (not that I’ve been writing much lately). I lost my signature domain name for various sorted and assorted reasons and realized that I’ve been looking for a reason to tighten the nozzle on this thing.
For ye that can keep the blogging thing up, much respect and love. Maybe someday I’ll be back in full force when this fad is long over, eh?
