Okay so I'm not so good at this. . .

Blogging. Mind blogging for sure. Great idea to post thoughts, feelings, stories. It's just not happening. I still like to sit with the worn leather of a favorite journal and my flowing pen. Most often I record my life while sitting in church on Sundays. I like to listen to the hymns and allow my mind to wander to the highlights of my week. I remember little things like a hug from a son who begins to tower over me and never fails to say "I love you" when he gets out of the car. I think of my children serving God and spreading the gospel in far away places. I ponder the economy and the state of my bank account. Most importantly, I express my thoughts on paper in a way that's cathartic. The cramp in my hand that aches when I press my stress through the ball point. The doodles that spring up when my mind feels weightless and free (which by the way happens a little more often now that I've learned to apply the old adage "Let go. Let God.") I may or may not get the hang of this blogging thing. It doesn't matter really. I've already got a handle on exploring my inner feelings with a couple of friends flat and thin.