I was just thinking today about trying to get back into a routine, and this came into my head. Alright, to be honest, I reread my post on the prodigal son, written nearly a year ago now, I believe. I was amazed (a bit conceited, I know, but there it is). I was amazed because I’ve really been missing writing like that, and I didn’t even realize it. Getting too bogged down in things day to day, I think. The mundanity of it all. There’s more out there. And I’m going to start on about it again, beginning with some reflection on Jude. Not tonight, but shortly, to force me into doing it.
Blessings;
Christ-bearer.
