Oh, man.
I just went back through my old blogs, and there were some doozies in there! I didn't know whether to laugh, or crawl under my desk, of embarrassment.
And now here I am, a married old woman who found the love of her life, owns a house with a little white picket fence, who FINALLY got her college degree and works as an accountant for the government. And found her way back to Jesus.
I was so lost, but now I am found.
The past feels like a dream, or maybe a nightmare. My memories are like a movie, but the scenes are all jumbled up. I remember pieces, but I just can't grasp the plot.
I'm not even in the next chapter of life, I'm in the next book, and it's written by a totally different author.
God is good.
