I'm announcing my blogging retirement. It's been a fun ride. It's been therapy. It's been eye-opening, hope-filled, full on inner peace at times. It's been heart-breaking, gut wrenching, painfully thought provoking at times.
I am full up right now. Work, school, kids, church, hopes, dreams, ideas...they are taking the time I used to contemplate and write. The well is dry. I have nothing else to say.
I'm retiring with Brett Favre on my mind. No, not the stupid pictures he was texting. I meant the un-retirements. I reserve the right to come back and to post sporadically (or spasmodically) when the spirit moves me. That means I'll lose some readers. I love you but the truth is I never wrote for you. This has been a work of the soul. It has been me throwing up some ugly and writing a portrait of the pretty. I hope I can find a way to pull off the posts and archive them locally. My mom says I should write a book. Others said I was addressing the same issues they faced. Who knows, but in the long run I want to be able to read back through the posts and see where I've been...and hopefully how far I have gone.
This was written through some of the darkest days of my life and some of the brightest. It's been honest without dragging any innocent bystanders into the fray. For anyone who has read it, I hope it has led you closer to God in all things (and closer to the Rangers in the sports domain).
God is sovereign. He is mighty and powerful and awesome (if you knew me in high school, that would be 2 AWSUM). I hope all who read this will learn to love him as he loves you.
May the mercy and grace and love and peace of God rain down on me and on you.