Quiet house. Dark house. Empty house. Broken house. Impending storms both within myself and out in the humid, rain-smelling, Wisconsin evening. I sprawl on the couch un-showered, uncaring, unmoving; still as the night surrounding me.
"Don't seek to be contented with your efforts or to be assured within that all is well, balance yourself on the tremulous outer edge of hope, over the abyss, trembling sometimes, but self-surrendered to God's loving care."
Like many Americans, I've vehemently avoided politics since 1980- the year of my birth. Alex P. Keaton (and also Marty McFly) inspired me to become a fan of Ronald Reagan, while in my older years churches attempted to instruct me regarding the "correct" candidates and...
When this summer began I had no idea that I would become a blogger...a serious writer. (Well, aspiring writer!) Someone in pursuit of a new goal. It sort of snuck up on me like old age, or the imminence of a looming school year.