filler

I think it'd be beneficial for me to write more, and I'd like to, but I simply have not made the time to do so.
Everyday I seem to think so much happens, and so much does, but really nothing much happened at all.
For example, today was a difficult day, and it was filled with important events, but after giving it some thought, the day is over, and a new day begins in one and a half hours. Certainly today has repercussions for tomorrow, next week, and the week after that. But... what am I trying to say?

I come home at night and wish I had someone to talk to, to off-load my thoughts and stresses, to share in others' issues, to have someone to eat with. Being out a lot with other people lately just hasn't been the same as having someone to come home to.

Talking to someone else really does put things in perspective. Most of the time, it just makes you realize how ridiculous you're being, and how mountaneous your little anthills have been made out to be.

Ultimately, we have every reason to be encouraged. Will share more later...

I typed "bless" into i-tunes and came up with a beautiful playlist. Praise God.