OK. What was that, about a week . . . definitely NOT my personal best, right?
But a guy can only hold his breath for so long and then he either exhales real big or drops dead. And I don’t feel like dying today if I don’t have to.
The thing that prompts the end of this ridiculously brief hiatus that I took from blogging earlier this week was a post that I read by another writer whom I admire but have never yet met but maybe will one day that he entitled "Facing Your Giants", wherein the writer basically gave me what he said was some divine permission to be me.
I commented as follows:
OK. You've convinced me. I won't try to change me, the me that draws some and repels others, the me that I like . . . most of the time . . . except when I don't . . . the me that wants to be like Jesus, but keeps falling flat, the me that lets Him pick me up, dust me off, and send me out to try all over again. Thank you for the permission you've just given me . . . and may God have mercy on your soul, Pal, 'cause if you're wrong about this, I'm throwin' you under the bus should we both get busted for it . . . just so ya know.
When I finished commenting, I thought to myself altruistically that maybe some other lost soul out there could use my words of encouragement.
So . . . let the record reflect that I’m doing this for others, People . . . FOR OTHERS!
It’s NOT all about me.
Even I know THAT!
"I can't be right for somebody else if I'm not right for me!"