My fresh start is a little fresher than I intended.
I’m pretty sure I lost the 307 blog posts that I wrote over the last nine years. If getting upset would bring them back, I would get upset. But, it won’t, so I’m not. I wanted to make a devotional out of the lost blogs, but maybe it's for the best. Things change, people learn, and maybe what I have to say has expanded. I suppose if I need something, I can just write it again.
Also, I wanted to use my name as my website address. I've had it parked for years, but some domain sales site took that, too. And I'm not going to pay them for it.
So I still get a fresh start, just not the way I wanted. But the upside is if anyone searches for my old blog, they'll still find me: The Author of the Lost Blog.
This life exists in such a strange dichotomy: Being responsible for your own actions and choices encircled within the sovereign and eternal will of God. Do we move along the ground toward our purpose, or does the ground move below us? Everything else in nature is ingrained with a GPS code of sorts, living proof of "a time for everything". Aren't we ingrained, too? I guess humans are different than trees, or the tide, or honey bees. But don't we, too, feel the tug toward this way over that way? The difference is, I suppose, we can ignore and postpone it. Thereby, apparently, making life harder than it should be. Is the tug the gentle hand of God? Is it Him showing us "what to do, and where to go"?