27 Days Late
Hello, 2008. I know, I'm 27 days late, at least on the blog. I actually wrote my concluding 2007 post just after the New Year rang in, but it was too personal to share. Yes, I do have some discretion about what I say to the world. But obviously that time of reflection produced some good thoughts, which I do feel at liberty to share in moderation.
The original post began, "So long, 2007," and that is a good summary. It was a difficult year of major stresses (read changes) and life is very different. Some of the changes were good and needed, some bad and dredded, and some I have yet to judge. In any case, I'm moving forward in this season of life, which is a great grace of God. Much of that grace has been received through Church of the Good Shepherd. The pastors, elders, and people have been the biggest encouragment, especially after collapsing at their doorstep. That's pretty much what happened. Imagine a mangy, stray dog that scrapped for food and fought for his life finally putting his trust in a family. I simultaniously gave up fighting alone and found a home. This was a great blessing, and yet a great stress because as with any stray, he's prone to wander. So I'm learning to stay at home, be house-broken, and love my family.
But if I were to dive in about the past year anymore, I don't know if I could stop. I know I've only scratched the surface, but I'd like to keep it that way for now. If you'd like to know more, I'm sure you could get a hold of me. I'm going to try to make this blog more of a place to keep up with family and friends, so hold me to it.
And just for the record, they don't treat me like a mutt. They treat me like a son.
The original post began, "So long, 2007," and that is a good summary. It was a difficult year of major stresses (read changes) and life is very different. Some of the changes were good and needed, some bad and dredded, and some I have yet to judge. In any case, I'm moving forward in this season of life, which is a great grace of God. Much of that grace has been received through Church of the Good Shepherd. The pastors, elders, and people have been the biggest encouragment, especially after collapsing at their doorstep. That's pretty much what happened. Imagine a mangy, stray dog that scrapped for food and fought for his life finally putting his trust in a family. I simultaniously gave up fighting alone and found a home. This was a great blessing, and yet a great stress because as with any stray, he's prone to wander. So I'm learning to stay at home, be house-broken, and love my family.
But if I were to dive in about the past year anymore, I don't know if I could stop. I know I've only scratched the surface, but I'd like to keep it that way for now. If you'd like to know more, I'm sure you could get a hold of me. I'm going to try to make this blog more of a place to keep up with family and friends, so hold me to it.
And just for the record, they don't treat me like a mutt. They treat me like a son.
