Is that your own composition? Perceptive!
My journals from 1995 to the present are in a box on a top shelf in my closet. If anyone ever wants to know about my life, they can read them and say, “Wow, she was bats!”
:-)
I considered “journaling” a number of times.
Mercifully, it seems the Lord intervened at the right moment to counter the idea.
So now I have come to realize that there is really nothing big to say about my days.
How true it is that “life is like a vapor”.
I’ll just wait now until that glorious moment when the Keeper of Journals will let “all that is hidden be revealed”.
Of course, the other reason why I don’t “journal” is because I don’t have your obvious talent with words. :-) I always enjoy your posts. :-)
dear tax-chick,
re:
“Is that your own composition? Perceptive!
My journals from 1995 to the present are in a box on a top shelf in my closet. If anyone ever wants to know about my life, they can read them and say, “Wow, she was bats!”
1. yes dear, i9t is, as of the time today. (ty!)
2. All, and i mean ALL of my journals before Aug. 29, 2005 were washed away, along with everything but a gym bag of clothes and my laptop, as a result of Hurricane Katrina.
On a map of Metairie, LA, I lived 100 yards east of the junction of Airline Highway and Clearview Parkway.