A New Thing

I'm not sure how to begin.

For a very long time, I wrote prayers, or at least my version of prayers. I don't pray like Jesus taught His disciples very often. I do sometimes, but I found long ago that I pray in truth and the truth isn't always pretty.

This year has been a journey, a searching, a kind of death, and to quote from the movie, The Shawshank Redemption, "It's time to get busy living or get busy dying." I haven't quite figured that part out yet.

I hope people will read this because I have been told that I am able to put voice to things that others keep hidden inside of themselves.

I hope people will read this because I intend to show the real me - warts and all.

I hope young women will read this to avoid some of the traps and snares. Maybe as you read where those pits lead, you will try harder to avoid them.

I hope young men will read and gasp in horror at where seemingly innocent moments can lead.

I am just a sojourner in this place called life, and at this stage, it's time for the truth. 

I am too old to care if I am liked. I am too battered to be afraid of being hurt. Over the years I have developed enough scar tissue to protect the most tender parts of myself, but I will protect you by exposing my soul to you.

My Father is the Creator of the Universe, and He loves me just as I am, and that is all I need.