Yep. I'm here and this is real. A couple of "up-fronts" about the whole blogging thing...
1. I'm not really starting this for other people. I'm not here to try to impress anyone with my phenom writing skills or my clever way of expressing myself. In fact, I hope you never find me.
2. I am using this as an avenue of processing my thoughts, struggles, ideas, etc, as I venture forth in this thing called life. I think I am in that stage in life where memory is not as commonplace as it used to be. Also, I think being able to have a place to go where I can vomit words instead of repress them could be therapeutic for me. I hear it's healthy to have a way to vent constructively. So, I am using this to record the fact that I actually have thoughts and this here's the proof!
3. I am doing this as a blog because apparently I communicate much better "on paper" than I do verbally. Shocking I know. I'm not in any way claiming to be a good writer... I am merely admitting to being a terrible verbal communicator.
4. Why "Wrastling"? I don't know really... Possibly because that's the only word I could come up with that describes my every day. I wrestle with sin, I wrestle with being a good husband, I wrestle with being a good dad, I wrestle with doubt, I wrestle through friendships... and on and on. It's every day. I am just thankful I am free to wrestle... I may come away with a limp for the rest of my life, but at least I know that the one who gave me that limp is also the one who loves me more than I could ever imagine. And I'm from the south.
5. Don't come here looking for a way to get offended. I'm not going to screen my thoughts (maybe a bit) because this is more for me than anyone else. If I let a cuss word slip, if I say something that pisses you off, if I say something inappropriate (to you), or say anything else you don't like... feel free to not ever read my blog again. This is your unconditional unsubscribe invitation. That being said, I am not going to intentionally be abrasive or insensitive either. I am simply going to speak what's on my heart and mind.
And it begins:
1. I'm not really starting this for other people. I'm not here to try to impress anyone with my phenom writing skills or my clever way of expressing myself. In fact, I hope you never find me.
2. I am using this as an avenue of processing my thoughts, struggles, ideas, etc, as I venture forth in this thing called life. I think I am in that stage in life where memory is not as commonplace as it used to be. Also, I think being able to have a place to go where I can vomit words instead of repress them could be therapeutic for me. I hear it's healthy to have a way to vent constructively. So, I am using this to record the fact that I actually have thoughts and this here's the proof!
3. I am doing this as a blog because apparently I communicate much better "on paper" than I do verbally. Shocking I know. I'm not in any way claiming to be a good writer... I am merely admitting to being a terrible verbal communicator.
4. Why "Wrastling"? I don't know really... Possibly because that's the only word I could come up with that describes my every day. I wrestle with sin, I wrestle with being a good husband, I wrestle with being a good dad, I wrestle with doubt, I wrestle through friendships... and on and on. It's every day. I am just thankful I am free to wrestle... I may come away with a limp for the rest of my life, but at least I know that the one who gave me that limp is also the one who loves me more than I could ever imagine. And I'm from the south.
5. Don't come here looking for a way to get offended. I'm not going to screen my thoughts (maybe a bit) because this is more for me than anyone else. If I let a cuss word slip, if I say something that pisses you off, if I say something inappropriate (to you), or say anything else you don't like... feel free to not ever read my blog again. This is your unconditional unsubscribe invitation. That being said, I am not going to intentionally be abrasive or insensitive either. I am simply going to speak what's on my heart and mind.
And it begins:
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