Therefore, there is much to write about.
Where should I even start?
How about the response to my last post...
Redemptive, to say the least.
I honestly don't know if I could put it into words accurately enough.
All I have is "Thank you".
From the absolute bottom of my heart.
Thank you to everyone that read and responded and even passed it along.
You have no idea how healing your actions were- done in response to my action of speaking up.
I feel older than I did a week ago.
Saying I feel like a "different person" would be inaccurate because I feel like the exact same person, just further along.
This is what life is supposed to feel like, isn't it?
It's just that I allow myself to be distracted so easily that I allow that growth to be stunted.
By things that aren't necessarily "bad"; there is just no life in them.
That is something I have been evaluating a lot recently:
What has life in it?
What has death in it?
I wrote this in an email earlier today as part of a back and forth discussion between myself and a fellow Nomian on C.S. Lewis' essay "The Weight of Glory":