an actual blog
Stretched out and slipping along.
Pull after pull after pull.
The pool we swim in is rather fish-bowl-esque... rubbernecking gawkers on all sides.
its been a while since i actually blogged.
i came to realize that people actually read this thing and unconsciously retreated behind pictures,
just as my beloved adam seems to have retreated behind the beard.
little partitions we like to erect??
and yet. it doesn’t change the difficulty of writing for an audience...
I know you will read these jumbled rants of randomness.
and whether i admit it or not, i write accordingly.
i compromise myself, knowing that cute boy that found my blog on facebook doesn't want to hear how in love with Jesus I am.
and how when i wake up in the morning all i can think about is how grateful i am.
and how i was dead and He gave me life. (spiritually speaking that is)
and how He deserves all that I am
and that in Him i live and move and have my being.
and so, i suppose you can't possibly take anything I say here as absolute.
Perhaps I should have prefaced this entire blog with a disclaimer of sorts:
when a true blog has been blogged... and not just a chronicle-ization accompanied by pictures of foolishness...
The only thing to be taken literally would be the words referenced by Chapter and verse.
Because in the end, my words are meaningless. just a mere splattering on an electronic page. if your looking for Truth, I have a pretty good book for you.
Pull after pull after pull.
The pool we swim in is rather fish-bowl-esque... rubbernecking gawkers on all sides.
its been a while since i actually blogged.
i came to realize that people actually read this thing and unconsciously retreated behind pictures,
just as my beloved adam seems to have retreated behind the beard.
little partitions we like to erect??
and yet. it doesn’t change the difficulty of writing for an audience...
I know you will read these jumbled rants of randomness.
and whether i admit it or not, i write accordingly.
i compromise myself, knowing that cute boy that found my blog on facebook doesn't want to hear how in love with Jesus I am.
and how when i wake up in the morning all i can think about is how grateful i am.
and how i was dead and He gave me life. (spiritually speaking that is)
and how He deserves all that I am
and that in Him i live and move and have my being.
and so, i suppose you can't possibly take anything I say here as absolute.
Perhaps I should have prefaced this entire blog with a disclaimer of sorts:
when a true blog has been blogged... and not just a chronicle-ization accompanied by pictures of foolishness...
The only thing to be taken literally would be the words referenced by Chapter and verse.
Because in the end, my words are meaningless. just a mere splattering on an electronic page. if your looking for Truth, I have a pretty good book for you.
posted by bethanneclements at 11:56 PM
1 Comments:
truth. but hey, i would be lying if i claimed to not enjoy quite thoroughly your randomness:
today was bright. and sunny. and i drank a coffe which was nice because it tasted good and adam was there. trees are so fun to climb. like childhood is fun. we all climb. and singing and drawing on napkins. puncuality is irrelevant and spelling is absurd because at the end of the day life is good and it is what it is.
i love brown paper bags.
(a choice example...sounds like something you could have written, huh?)
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