Right now I don't know where this post is going but I have to start somewhere and in all likelyhood it will probably end somewhere else. That's the way it is with writing. You begin, you end, and if you are blessed with enough thought you can usually put something in between.
The real problem is when your brain is faster then your fingers and it moves along ahead and your fingers are left in the dust trying to pick out the tracks. Usually the trail goes cold and the fingers sit huddled like well behaved children who have been told to stay put when lost. The brain realizes it's left something vital behind and must go back and search for it. Sort of like Mary and Joseph leaving Jesus behind in the temple. They let their brains get ahead of them, each thinking the other had Jesus with them. Although Jesus wasn't anything remotely like typing fingers trying to keep up. So perhaps this was a bad example.
Moving on.
At any rate in all that middleness and forgetfulness, you spend a great deal of time trying to remember what it was your fingers were supposed to be typing because it was surely good. You begin to wonder if the Lord blocked it from your memory on purpose because it may not have been so wonderful after all and then you can always say you were obeying the Lord which makes you feel better.
Eventually you have to come to a close but not really being great on final impacts you spend another minute, or two, or fifteen, typing and retyping the last paragraph. Finally you just give up and give it a parting shot.
The end. |
Jul. 1, 2008
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Uuummmmm......
Jul. 1, 2008
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