Why I write this thing.
Ever wonder why I still write this thing or write about some of the things I do, like yesterday's post for instance? There's a simple answer embedded around a complicated one. Part of it is that it's cathartic. Sometimes it's helpful to put thoughts down on paper, or html, or whatever this thing is. It helps me try and make sense of nonsense. The other part of it is that by writing it, I hope to share the fact that I have human struggles.
Sometimes I think folks have strong perceptions about Christians. By all means, we're judged by the world to a different standard. For some it's like they're viewing your life through a set of rules, almost as if to say, I don't expect this of me because I don't claim to be what you claim to be. I try to remember that but it doesn't excuse me from being tempted, struggling with my past, wondering and wanting things. What the blog does is give me a way to share how I deal with those and it helps keep me accountable. If I tell a story, it adds a level of accountability for me that wasn't there before.
Sometimes the struggles get difficult. Yesterday was a day like that and if I was ever gonna stumble it would have been yesterday. As I said though, God held me tight. There was girl repellant. There were chores to be done. There still are chores to be done. I'm just taking a bit of a break between them. The lawn is mowed, though, and the pool cleaned out. I will have to vacuum it again in a couple of days, but if you don't mind a little algae floating around with you, it's ready for swimming. I will make food. I think I will skip daquiris.
They were on the list though.
There are days and then there are days. Prayer helps me with the really rough days. Like yesterday. And I'm grateful to God for keeping me safe. For a crummy day, I got a lot accomplished yesterday. I got some more accomplished today. There is still light outside so more will get done. I need to change the brakes on my truck, but that may have to wait until tomorrow. I'm tired.
A friend of mine suggested I hire someone to help out around here. That costs money I don't have. My young son told his mom the other day he wished he had rich parents. He's the second child of mine to say that. My middle boy told that to me once. My reply to him:
I wish he had rich parents too.
I may not have money, but I have ability. Ability is a gift from God as much as riches. I'm grateful for it.
Sometimes I think folks have strong perceptions about Christians. By all means, we're judged by the world to a different standard. For some it's like they're viewing your life through a set of rules, almost as if to say, I don't expect this of me because I don't claim to be what you claim to be. I try to remember that but it doesn't excuse me from being tempted, struggling with my past, wondering and wanting things. What the blog does is give me a way to share how I deal with those and it helps keep me accountable. If I tell a story, it adds a level of accountability for me that wasn't there before.
Sometimes the struggles get difficult. Yesterday was a day like that and if I was ever gonna stumble it would have been yesterday. As I said though, God held me tight. There was girl repellant. There were chores to be done. There still are chores to be done. I'm just taking a bit of a break between them. The lawn is mowed, though, and the pool cleaned out. I will have to vacuum it again in a couple of days, but if you don't mind a little algae floating around with you, it's ready for swimming. I will make food. I think I will skip daquiris.
They were on the list though.
There are days and then there are days. Prayer helps me with the really rough days. Like yesterday. And I'm grateful to God for keeping me safe. For a crummy day, I got a lot accomplished yesterday. I got some more accomplished today. There is still light outside so more will get done. I need to change the brakes on my truck, but that may have to wait until tomorrow. I'm tired.
A friend of mine suggested I hire someone to help out around here. That costs money I don't have. My young son told his mom the other day he wished he had rich parents. He's the second child of mine to say that. My middle boy told that to me once. My reply to him:
I wish he had rich parents too.
I may not have money, but I have ability. Ability is a gift from God as much as riches. I'm grateful for it.
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