I have missed this rectangle. This blank space just waiting for my words to fill it and send it off to total strangers who somehow miraculously give me strength and hope and faith in myself.
I have no business sitting here with my laptop when there is SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO (get the picture)much I'm already SO SO SO SO SO SO late for. But this morning I realize there is such a hole in me that felt a tiny bit filled when I was blogging and I feel like the hole in me is getting so big I'm going to cave in, the center of me is going to get just totally filled with the stuff from the outside and there won't be any center place left for me to fill with myself.
The miracle for today is that I let myself sit down and write. And this fabulous song from Transamerica that I'm listening to- it is good for the soul. Travelin' Thru by Dolly Parton...I'm just a weary pilgrim trying to find what feels like home...questions I have many, answers but a few...God made me for a reason and nothing is in vain, redemption comes in many shapes with many kinds of pain.
Redemption. Where's my dictionary? That is the miracle I truly need: redemption. What shape is mine?
8:28:39 AM 
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