being

Over and over and over I see it. I write things that I don't mean to sound good. I don't edit them, I write them because if I don't I'll explode. Figuratively, of course. (I hope!) And over and over, people say they love them. Apparently the ornery bits about me, the parts that bust to get out because they don't fit in society, apparently those parts resonate with people. Apparently G has put them in my heart for a reason. He obviously picks perfect times to make me write them down.

If I truly lived like I write... the people who love me would back me up. And anyways, "soldiers don't get tied up in affairs of civilian life, for they cannot please the officer who enlisted them." 2 tim 2:4