I Fall Upon Your Mercy. . .

. . . for my woeful neglect of this blog site. As if you really cared.

You know that guilt you feel when you start a journal at the beginning of a year and then so quickly neglect it? My desk drawer is filled with hopefilled beginnings of journals of various sizes and colors....wide ruled....college ruled...leather bound...spiral bound...ah- but all have this in common: They are only half filled with various seasons of my life.

Now, with this infernal blog- the albatross that I have woefully draped about my own feeble literary shoulders- my guilt is laid bare for all to see.

Can you tell from my sad attitude that it is late in the week and my sermon is slow coming?