Greetings Dear Reader,
At the sighting of this mile marker I had one Son and one
about to arrive. This year would see his
birth and our small family grow to four.
It would also be the year that I decided that teaching was my best
choice for my life’s work.
I had not written in some time and a story leapt fully told
to mind. I had my first computer and
tried my hand at telling the tale. I
return to it from time to time hoping to rescue it. It was a spring board and will likely never
be more.
My anger and arrogance were not yet in the rear view as I sped
through the twenty-seventh mile. I had
not yet learned to deal with the pain and memories of my past. I wanted to follow Christ but had not given
him the places in me so damaged and shameful.
As I held Bezel for the first time I realized that I needed
to abandon the past if the future was to work.
It took some time to do so. More
time that I wish it had. The pain still
echoes. It wants to rule me and I cannot
ever let it do that. That pain still
holds nothing but wrong choices for me.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store.”
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