I don't want to blog. I hate the thought of blogging. I'm just not really sure if I have anything to say that is worth writing down or worth reading. I feel like I'm drowning in words already with Facebook, email, books I'm reading, books I need to read, school for the kiddos, etc.
So...why am I sitting here doing this? Well, I read once, " Hate is a force of attraction. Hate is just love with its back turned."
I am a little fascinated with the idea that anyone would want to read what I've written. I see a hint of validation hiding there. Of course, one little critical comment and that's gone.
Maybe, just maybe, there is value here. At least I can reveal some of my heart and mind to those I know. Maybe you can say, "Hey, I go through that too." or "That's interesting." or "Yikes!" And maybe, I can not worry about my grammar long enough to say what God would have me say.
Typed with Love,
Mar
