I originally planned to blog about my reflection on the final sermon from RCF’s retreat. But, my heart’s not feeling it right now. And, that’s okay. This post has been waiting to be written for awhile now.
“The Gospel that saves us is the same Gospel that sustains us.”
Please, don’t give up on me. I know that head knowledge tells me you won’t, because you’re a faithful God. A God who is faithful not just to us, but faithful to your own character. But God, fear still grips my heart.
I had this post idea sitting in my drafts for awhile, but I kept pushing it off because my grandpa was one of the people I originally had in mind.
I think it’s about time I get to this post, haha.
I’ve been feeling a bit uninspired lately. I’m getting back into devotionals and prayers, but they’ve been difficult (mostly the praying part). I think that I need to start writing them again.
I’m also just too tired to think and write by the end of the day, when I have time to use however I want. But, with this week, I’m only getting busier and I wanted to write, since I got to work from home today and therefore, have some leftover energy.
This is something that’s been on my mind for the past few months, but again, I’ve been uninspired. Hopefully, this post doesn’t end up being insipid.
I’m rusty with this blogging thing. Minus the one about my Corolla, I haven’t written a more intentional post in awhile. I’ve gotten very accustomed to the emotional outpouring kind of posts.
An uncomfortably frank confession.
This is a bit late because of the timing of everything.
It’s been a week and some change since the funeral.
The past week and a half have been the worst days of my life thus far.