Many of you are dragging yourselves out of bed and Cursing the weekday gods. Not the kid.
This is the most fabulous Monday I have had since The six Mondays that followed Pittsburgh Steeler Super Bowl Victories.
Actually this is far more fabulous than that, because that wasn’t really about me.
This is all about me.
I am sitting in MY chair.
In MY place.
On MY computer.
On MY schedule.
This may not seem like a big deal to you.
Perhaps, that is because you didn’t feel like you were in the most comfortable form of prison.
No. Not, my marriage. I got better sense and my momma raised me better than to speak all willy nilly on that aspect of my life.
I am talking about the prison of the mind.
The shackles that We labor under…struggle with…and surrender to every day
I spent 90 days Facing the Very demons that befell me in the autumn of 2002.
Sometimes it didn’t seem like I was going to make it.
But I am here. Bruised…Humbled…Renewed…Emboldened.
The last post on this blog was September 9.
Do you know how LONG ago that was?
Let’s just Say Cam Newton, Wade Phillips, and Brett Favre felt a great deal differently about their lives on September 9 than they do on December 13.
I am in the same boat, although I would have to say I am feeling more Newton-ish about my chances in Life than I am feeling Favre-ish.
It has been a long time. I thought many things that I wanted to write in those 94 days.
God is faithful. He preserved me.
Thank God for Second…um….Third…no…Fourth…Shit, what number chance am I on now?
Thank God for mercy.