It has been nearly a year and a half since I have written a blog post. Time may fly when you're having fun, but it also whizzes by when you're out of control. Perhaps because being out of control masquerades as fun? Trust me, it's not. I almost don't know where and how to begin blogging again. I enjoy writing and the mere act of letting my fingers sort out words helps me identify what's really going on inside. One of the dangers of living alone is not having other folks daily reflecting back to me who I am and not who I pretend to be. I need people rubbing up next to me to help me recognize the rough spots. It takes others showing me my inconsistencies and irritating the snot out of me to help me acknowledge my besetting sins. It's therapeutic and the way God has designed it for all of us. During the last year or so my life has imploded on several fronts. I may have looked OK from the outside but on the inside I was certifiable. I have had blowouts...
Musing of a mostly sane, perfectly saved and yet entirely flawed bible believing woman and biblical counselor.