I just came in from my morning walk.
My devotions led me to this.
I deleted, for now, the first composition from this morning.
It was true and accurate.
But not needed.
It was about some things I wanted to unload.
Some folks call it venting.
You may have been the bullseye.
It was helpful to me to write it.
It would have been unpleasant for you to read it.
As I sit here in the early morning of a day that will bring all of us plenty of challenges I realized, just before I hit the publish button, that I am not here to add to the unpleasantness.
I bit my tongue, or my finger as it was.
I have four sermons to give in the next three days.
Two funerals and two special (they are never “regular”) worship services.
I have a lot of friends to greet and plans to make and good things that by grace I am allowed to create.
If I can’t lift up I need to shut up.
Uhoh. I am getting close to that original blog!
As our Friend and I were easing into another muggy meandering I was telling him how good it felt to me to unload and how much better it felt to refrain. He smiled at me the way he does and said…
“I’m proud of you.”