Not Gone, Just Relocated

Someday that will be true in an eternal, spiritual sense, but for now the title of this post just means my blog has moved. My social media savvy son convinced me that wordpress would be a better platform for my blog to reach a larger audience. I am generally gullible, so I took his advice and moved. You can find my current posts at www.crowdedhermit.wordpress.com Please visit and follow me there, I would love the company! I am not proficient enough with computers and all things internetty to move the posts that are archived here, so hopefully this site will stay online long enough for me to learn more. And yes, I did just make up the word "internetty." The fact that I don't even know the correct terminology should tell you volumes about my technical skills... For now, I am simply writing random posts and poetry along the same lines as those found here. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them!

Thankful for the Living Word

Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail.They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself,"The LORD is my portion; therefore I will wait for him"< Lamentations 3:22

I thank God for all of the promises like this that he gives us through his word. I need the reminder in black and white that he will always love me and treat me with compassion. He wants me to know that I start each new day with a clean slate, a fresh start, no matter how badly I messed up the day before.

God is always faithful, even when I am not. His proven faithfulness is what makes it possible for me to trust him in this moment, and wait for him to show himself at the right time. This morning I am going to savor the words of these verses, let them sink deep into my soul and take root. I want God’s word to become a part of every fiber of my being, like the DNA that determines the growth of every cell in my body.

He is always present with me through the scriptures, never out of reach, always teaching, always encouraging. There are over 31,000 verses in the bible I read, giving me that many opportunities to hear God speaking to my heart. Every one of them is a gift from my Father in heaven, a love letter given to each one of us to meet us at our point of need.

Thank you, Lord, for the gift of your living Word.

Trying My Hand At Fiction

Now for something different... I'm writing a fictional story about social collapse and redemption in a future country lost in governmental social engineering policies. Sounds fun, doesn't it? I am not as paranoid or sold out to consiracy theories as this seems to indicate. It is a picture of a world I hope will never be, more nightmare than reality.

Anyway, here is the opening paragraph, so far. If it grabs you, let me know!

Ruth held the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles were white, and it took every fiber of her being not to go over the speed limit. That would have only made things worse by triggering the automatic cameras linked into the city’s database. Today is not a good day for my car to be noticed, she reminded herself grimly. Silently willing herself not to hunch over the cracked and fading wheel or do anything else to attract the attention of curious onlookers, she kept her eyes focused on the busy road straight ahead. The main city artery was crowded with cars swerving to avoid the numerous potholes and cracks that bore silent witness to the decaying city infrastructure. She was surprised by how many cars were still on the road here, and wondered how many of them were driven by government workers.