Nope, It’s Not a Type-o

Okay, so I’m stubborn. Obstinate—yeah, that too. I fully embrace that reality. Yet I still refuse to write a blog. My agent says I have to connect, my publisher said I needed to market in that form, Craig said it’s pretty much a necessity for my website, and people (too) often asked, “Do you have a blog?”

Standard answer: “No. I don’t do blogs.” Reply spoken with about the same tone as a suggestion to wear stiletto heels, animal print clothes and a tattoo.

So, I still don’t write a blog. Since I’m going to title this a Blob instead. Gathered thoughts, observations, pet peeves, lessons learned, insights from my study of the Word, something that made me laugh and I’m hoping will make you laugh too. But I’m taking myself about as seriously as a recent quip Craig and I heard, an apt definition of far too many blogs: “graffiti with exclamation points.” See, the the message about myself I take in every single time I repeat Psalm 62 and especially verse 9 (and note that I say my memorized verses at least 3 times a week, so the intent’s hammered home, constantly) is this: “Lowborn men are but a breath, and the highborn are but a lie; if weighed on a balance they are nothing; together [we] are only a breath.”

Only a breath. In all of time too, from Adam and Eve to the very end of this age as we know it. One breath is pretty inconsequential, and quite frankly, I realize that includes me. Maybe especially me.

So here’s to Blob 1. My first official attempt at this.

Oh, and I promise to go sparingly on the use of exclamation points. Honestly! They’re so overdone!! Just annoying!!! And don’t you hate it when someone combines question marks with exclamations??!!!

(Sometimes you just have to do that, don’t you?!)