a place for my words

hooray!

i have figured out a purpose for this blog!  this particular one is actually a spinoff of a previous one that i started when i graduated from college.  at that time, life was rough compared to what i'd known before.  thus, posts were very sad and i've since unpublicized them to the rest of blog world.  this one was supposed to detail brighter days and be a collection of loosely gathered thoughts.  deBOtions.. like devotions = ]

i don't remember why i stopped.  but months later, my brainchild that is amaranthine joy came about and i've been pretty consistent about keeping it well fed and groomed.  this child somehow got left behind though.

i think about the things i learn sometimes or about issues that are a little more spicy compared to narratives about my grocery shopping, and i want to share them.  to me, blogging or journaling helps me understand my thoughts better.  unusually enough, i find that writing is an essential part of my ability to digest information.  (also helps with my hamster brain memory)  oftentimes, my fingers seem to be a better means of vocalization when compared to my mouth.  for the more dicey topics, i'm sometimes afraid of offending people with my views.  and other times, i'm afraid that by writing things that are true to my heart, i may possibly lead readers to think of me in ways i do not intend.  it's a funny tug of war, these topics that i choose to share.

should this stop me from writing?  or make me be more cautious?  i don't know..  another option is keep my words in the journal that lives on my nightstand.  some might ask what the difference is..  yeah, that i don't know either.  but this little blog here has not yet met the world (at least not to my knowledge).. and so to me, it is free range.  what i hold back on aj i'll bring to the table here.

i also thought this would be a good place to jot down notes that i scribble down during bible studies and sermons.  i always find handouts and half-sheets folded between pages of my bible or between stacks of papers and i'm reluctant to throw them away.  as if i'd be tossing out great nuggets of wisdom and gold or frankincense or something.  so i've decided that this will be the place to dictate my chicken scratch, in hopes that they too will be digested into the tiny compartments of my heart rather than the municipal recycling center.