I haven't posted in a long time. Sometimes I sign in and stare at the blinking cursor for a while, then sign out. A week or two ago I signed in and read a bunch of my old posts. It was actually pretty entertaining for me. I had forgotten a lot of what I had written and it was fun to remember.
This Summer was good. Business was good. The challenges and the frustration at work were good. I had a few really great vacation experiences-- two with family, one without. I read some good books. I finally finished Catch 22. I read Player Piano by Kurt Vonnegut. I'm working on The Mystery of Capital: Why Capitalism Triumphs in the West and Fails Everywhere Else by Hernando de Soto. I read J.D. Salinger a Life by Kenneth Slawenski, along with re-reading Nine Stories by J.D. Salinger. I've just begun reading The Elements of Computing Systems by Noam Nisan and Shimon Shocken (an introductory Computer Science textbook).
But I haven't written much of anything. There's that cursor taunting me. I have so much to say, but most of it should probably be abandoned in a journal somewhere. Privacy, Shame and Tact have all conspired against me and the parts of my life that would make the most captivating narrative are all held hostage by those three old spinsters.
It has been a good year. I've been blessed with a lot of positive changes in my life over the past two years. I came pretty close to dying. I was strengthened by abundant blessings and prayers. I have seen God's hand at work in my life. Miracles have been frequent and profound.
A few days ago I was sharing some of my thoughts with an addiction recovery group I attend. I told them about some of those miracles. I know that Jesus healed the blind and the lame, the leprous and the possessed, the adulterous and the afflicted. I've read of those miracles and been touched by those accounts. But those miracles are no more real nor greater in magnitude than the miracles He has worked for me personally. Those are the stories I would tell here if I had the courage.