My Life

I have been home alone for 2 days now. Home for me is a refuge. A place to hide from the world and let your guard down. I really love the concept of home. I was on the phone late last night with a friend (anonymous) who knows a young man who is "homeless." Anyone who knows me knows that I love my firends as if they were family. And as I listened to my friends story I started to feel for the homeless person. I look at my life and ask myself how can a person get that low. How can a person have no one to turn to. God has been so good to me. He has saved me and it reminds me of a tape of former pastor's son, that says "you always have to thank god for what he is doing, what he continues to do, But most importantly what he has not done."

(In writing this blog I just made up my mind that I will write anyway I want to and spell things as they are typed. Hell what comes out, comes out. That is the beauty of life.)

I dont want to turn this blog into a gosel story, but right now God is so good. I could be homeless. I don't have a job, but I have a dream. I could be going from city to city and calling my front seat the living room and the back seat the bedroom.

The Lord has provided me with family and friend that I would not trade for the world. As I am typing this entry, my thoughts go to Marissa. She makes me happy and mad in the same breath. I know that their is a reason that God has made her my mate. Let me think about what I want to say. To be continued . . . maybe.

And that another day started in my life,

C

Day 1

This is my new blog. I plan to post often if not every day. I love this blog because you can see what thoughts are and what they become day to day.