well i remember…

I’ve mostly converted to paper journalling for a couple reasons:  A.) because it forces me to slow down and think more about what I am writing and chronicling; 2.) because I can have a paper journal with me at all times and record lessons given me by God before I lose significant detail and subject matter, thus, better enabling me to remember and reflect subsequently; and lastly.) because it’s quaint, stylish, private, more enduring, more energy efficient and it gets me away from a computer generated micro-cosm of a thing called the internet which tends to aid in the skewing of my perception of reality.  -My imagination and my selfish mind are more than able on their own to keep me busy trying to stave off confusion and unrealistic views/ideas/perceptions.

I may venture back this-a-way sometime, but for now, I don’t plan on it.

One evening, the early.morn lay down and rested it’s burden; serving it’s purpose still as a ghostly friend to introspective, speculative and searching souls; ever absent, yet in direct connection to the inner currents of the tide pools that lay at the heart of man.  His confidence dismissed and sentry duty for the season continuing, he takes a bow, rolling out his trained and constant constant arms across the nothing of 1’s and 0’s; settling in for a steadfast watch keeping silence as his charge.   For now his orders stay and so does he; long he’ll remain in landless expanse watching o’er the volume of human thought in electrons and waves, and time waxes on unmarked.

The Lord has promised good to me; his word my hope secures.  He will my shield and portion be as long as life endures.  My chains are gone.  I’ve been set free.  Unending love.  Amazing grace.