Help

If I someone finds me and asks for help in the way only I can accommodate, I try to help.  The God I speak to regularly rebukes me when I don't.  Turning a people away while nervously deciding how much time is too much time and wishing the powers that be would remove that nervous decision before anyone would notice a distressed people is profoundly against the God who speaks to me.

Hello Blog

I'm writing here for the first time in years.  Time escapes me sometimes.  When I'm outside the written word, I feel naked.  I don't feel complete without it.  I know I'm an opinionated jerk, but I've always thought on some level redeemable, even loved.  Right now, I don't feel like I've made a mistake.  I feel like I am a mistake.