Isn't it funny, this whole blog thing? This crazy attempt to reach out and speak, connect and find that the other end of the line isn't just a busy signal? And yet really, I'm home alone. If alone with my God counts as alone. I heard a man once say that everything we do is a prayer. I guess. Everything is before him. I am never alone. I wonder if some of us, ok, I wonder if I am blogging to God and all this really should be in my journal. Well, anyway. I can't say why or what, but it just feels good to write and leave it out there for the figurative whole world to see, and the literal whole world to keep on being busy and not miss a beat because I published this post. But God always sees.

Because He first loved me . . .

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