Stream of Consciousness & God’s Redemption

Since the moment I completed and published the introductory post for this blog, I have had to fight the urge to go back and edit and rewrite it.  But every time I try to do that, I get the gentle nudge from God to leave it alone.  Looking at it, with my human…natural eyes…it is an absolute mess.  How could I even have hit “Publish” on that??

Things about it that bug me are mostly the repetition of words in the same paragraphs, and sometimes in the same sentence!  I mean, how many times did I use the word travel?  Or road?  Or navigate?  Writing 101 issues. 

Now, don’t get me wrong…..if you are going to read anything I write, you must understand that I use a certain thing called “creative license”.  And let’s be honest….I use it a LOT.  Just look at these last few sentences…..I love to use an ellipsis here and there.  Let’s be honest…I like to use it a lot, and I don’t even use that correctly, grammatically speaking.  Creative license.  I err on the side of stream of consciousness writing sometimes.  This post is the perfect example.

I am spilling thoughts onto a page, with very little rhyme or reason, at this point.  OVEREXPLAINING why I would allow a post that is incorrect in so many ways, remain published for anyone to see.  Well, anyone who may stumble across this blog.

During the holiday week, I was distracted by wonderful busyness with family, but I still asked God many times, “Can I change it now?”  The answer is always gentle…but always no.

As I have reflected on the reasoning of leaving something in it’s current “broken” state, by my definition, anyway, God reminds me of the places He brought me out of (I know you can’t end a sentence with “of”, but…. creative license!).

You see, there was that blog “Somewhere Between Disneyland and San Quentin”.   To anyone just casually reading it, the struggle may not be apparent.  But for me, it was a torturous prison from which God reached in and rescued me. 

God took me out of a prison that had been originally built by ancestors before me and fortified along the bloodline in an attempt to ensure that there would be no escape.  When you are in a place like that, and don’t even know it, your life decisions are generally influenced by your environment.  I claim my life choices as my own and take full responsibility for them.  But I am so thankful for a God who can take any wrong turn I have ever made and redeem it and place me on the path He has set for me:  the one covered by His BLOOD.  The only bloodline that matters.

So, it only seems fitting that this blog would begin with a post that needs a lot of correction.  A lot of redeeming.  I expect there will be many more like it, as God walks me down this new pathway.

If you haven’t read the Introductory post, do me a favor:  read it through the eyes of Grace.  Because God is redeeming me day by day, moment by moment. 

I love you, my friends.