JUST WRITING, NO PLAN...WE'LL SEE WHAT COMES OF IT

I have come to discover something about blogging, well, writing in general.

The reason I love it so much is because, in my body, it releases endorphins. It monumentally reduces my stress; maybe that's why I always sit down and write during the tough times when we're struggling with life, with Christianity, with what Christ really wants from us. Tears often accompany--the obvious cue of a physical transition.

No, to be totally honest here, I don't struggle w/Christianity, I struggle with Christians.

Christianity, in and of itself, is not really that tough. It's living in the world, with other people, mostly other Christians, that make it nauseously rough. Weird description, totally honest. Often, Christians make me literally sick to my stomach; notice I didn't exclude myself.

Just speaking in general terms here; nobody has made me sick, as of late, lest anyone start wondering.

And let me revisit another previous statement...Christ doesn't want from us, he wants for us, by accomplishing through us. We're his children, after all, and parents worldwide know that we don't want anything from our children. We want our children to be able to accomplish things through themselves so as to accomplish for themselves. After all, as rewarding it is for a child's self-esteem when he can tie his own shoes, it's multiplied when he can help another child tie their shoes; moreso even, if that first child can TEACH the other child to experience that feeling of his own accomplishment, through tying his own shoes--passing on the physical reward. I think THAT is what Christ wants for us. It sounds a little like humanism, but it's not, IF we also teach children about the person that is always there beside them to back them up, no matter their need--their creator. He wants for us to accomplish our dreams in life; he just asks that we always include him. Christ always talks about walking beside us, not Lording over us--that's God's area. We should leave it to him.

I don't know the exact verse but it says something about coming to Christ as a child. Could it really be that simple? I think SO. For as little as children yet know in their little heads about the world, they just as equally know in their little hearts about God.

Their faith is simple; it's we adults that mess it up.

Hmmm....

See what I mean. My thoughts start pouring out in the form of print on paper (or digits on some sort of liquid screen), and it all starts making sense. My thoughts turning round and round in my head like a load of socks in the dryer are suddenly lined up outside in perfect rows, drying in the sun, held in place by little tan clips. They flutter in the breeze but they don't make you dizzy. In your head, you start to put the socks together that match while you sip sweet tea in your big, floppy hat under the Magnolia and listen to the sound of your frollicking children's laughter.

Anyway, before I got lost outside in the spring breeze, I was trying to put into words how writing relaxes me. Even if nobody reads what I write here on a slightly daily basis, I have determined it's good for my physical and mental well-being, I thoroughly enjoy it and I'm gonna' keep at it.

And we all know what's good for the goose is good for the gander...and the whole brood.

FURTHERMORE...

I would like to know who is out there reading my thoughts. I know some family members say they do ocassionally but I have only one or two faithful, public commentators. I know, it's hard to take that first step out into the world of cyber meet and greet. The boogie man won't get you...just don't be stupid and leave the door unlocked, if you know what I mean. Just click at the bottom of the page on the word, "comment". Next, type your comment, you can be anonymous just give me some clue as to who you are. Last, click on "publish".

Just wondering if I'm writing to hear myself peck. *half-smile* I'm so witty sometimes. LOL!