or, Bumping Into Me in the MirrorFor some reason, I am thinking of the time I was in a department store years ago. I was pushing through some particularly cluttered aisle of clothes, looking for whoever I had come with, and in my struggle, I bumped into someone. "Oh, sorry!" I had said, apologetically. I turned around to meet my victim, and came face to face with... myself. I had backed into a mirror. (As a side note, I've done this with mannequins as well.)
It's been quiet lately. The good news is that as it gets darker earlier, I've also been coming home from work earlier. The days I come home before 7 are becoming more and more frequent, and some days I'm home before 6:30! Astounding and amazing! Will wonders ever cease?
The thought crossed my mind that everything I've wanted to blog about, I've already blogged about. It wasn't long until I dismissed that thought as preposterous. It's like how John ended his gospel. If all the acts of Jesus were to be recorded, it would fill the world.
And if I recorded all that He has done in my life, it too, would run over the volumes and volumes of bound books that would come out from under my hand, or perhaps in this digital age, jump over into gigabites and tetrabites, and whatever other kind of inflictions the jaws of my keyboard pounding could cause.
More to come. More to come.
Even so, Lord Jesus, come quickly....
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So does that mean in the department store that you were feeling sorry for yourself?
@greatgrandpadog - hahahaha! Yes, and I suppose if I knew better, I'd do that more often!