Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Nudges. Or Big, Flashing Neon Signs.

Y'all, I think the Good Lord is trying to get my attention. If there's anything I have learned in all my years, it is that when He's talking I need to get over myself and listen. So, here I am.

Lately I've been told several times that I should be writing.

"Oh my gosh, girl! You're a hoot! You should write a blog!"

"You know, this might be a good time in your life to start writing again."

Do you know why God uses repetition when He's trying to tell me something? It's because I'm too gosh darn dense to just get the message.

"For real?!? I can't even keep my family in clean socks! I don't have it in me to take on something else."

But here I am. Because the Lord is in this and that's the kind of bandwagon I can ride. Because I've felt anxious for days, but just composing this post has brought me some measure of peace. And because clean socks are overrated. Right?

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