I’m not good at speaking, which is why I love to write. I find it much easier to retain my eloquent appearance when I don’t have to speak. I’m also not good at keeping things short, hence my 600+ word blogs.
I love my family more than anything else of this world and I have come to realize that I don’t tell them that nearly enough. The same goes for my friends, except I think I tell them even less often. What a terrible friend I’m turning out to be!
I love Jesus more than anything in existence–He is not of this world, simply in charge of it, there I didn’t lie in saying I love my family more than anything of this world. Jesus is my best friend–He has pulled me through every single difficult time in my life. And then he has shown me that I caused just about every single difficult time in my life. He never lies to me; often it hurts, but I love Him all the more for it, for how can I ever hope to improve anything about myself and how I act and treat other without blunt honesty from a perfect source?
I have always claimed to love all people and like most people. It used to sound good; now it sounds like the pathetic excuse it is to hold a grudge. And so God’s insights into my life continue to shine lights in all of my dark, hidden, cobwebbed corners. It’s a year-round spring cleaning binge that never seems to end, and I love it.