There's nothing that redirects one's focus as much as clearing out bits of one's life, whether it be an overflowing email inbox, or packing up stuff to move house, or compiling photographs for a friend's wedding. "I am SO THIN in that picture!!" or "Gosh, I do miss him!" or "I almost forgot she gave me that..." and similar sentiments clog up the nostalgia-filled hours.
I do think so often, we are so busy living in present mode that it's easy to forget where we have come from, both for better or worse. Tracking the journey is sometimes elusive- we don't leave ourselves nearly enough glimpses of the people we used to be, the stuff we used to do, the dreams we used to have. An odd photograph here, a defunct weblog there, an email we received, and then, that sense that time has flown by altogether too quickly, and we are no closer to achieving the bucket list of yesteryear.
I haven't written in so long that I've almost forgotten what it feels like to WRITE, wordy, long-winded, rambling PROSE, not the micro-snippets one condenses thoughts into on Facebook and Twitter. They reflect the nature of our communication, and our communication reflects the nature of our souls... busy, restless, easily-distractable, quickly-bored, saying much, revealing nothing.
This blog is my attempt to recapture some of that beauty, in stories and lessons and discoveries and revelations, about God and life and people, and the wonderful journeys we are all on who are privileged enough to call Christ Lord.
