It’s draining all my good jokes.

This 1,000 words a day, that is.

If you’re new around here, since, oh, I don’t know, last Monday, then maybe you don’t know why I’m writing 1,000 words a day.  So just go here and catch yourself up.

And so far things are going swimmingly in the words department.  I CANNOT tell you how much I depend on and appreciate your prayers.  Wow.  Something on the inside feels different.  New words that I didn’t expect to write, stories and examples from ten years, even twenty years, coming back to my mind like they happened yesterday.

Let’s just say that I wish the one about that embarrassing moment at Six Flags in 1997 would have just stayed wherever it came from.  Because when I wrote it, I literally said aloud, “Can you believe you even still have FRIENDS?”

Meanwhile, there is not an area of my mind that has not been under constant attack.  Whether it be temptations, or lies, or worries, it has been a full on battle.  Which means you jokers are doing something right.  And I’m doing something “write”.  [Ha- those are the kinds of jokes you were looking for, am I right or am I right?]  Even just being at the grocery store tonight, it was a fight to hear truth.  Which is silly because it hasn’t been this bad in a long time, if ever.  And never at the blessed grocery store.

But I’m fine, don’t stress.  It’s all part of the job.  I’m pretty sure it was in my job description…. that I guess I wrote since I work for myself.  But whatevs.

In other news, I’m back in Nashville. Marietta was great, being home was great.  It’s like a car that needs gas.  I just needed it.  Friends.  Family.  The normal that I knew still existing in some forms.

To keep this random rabbit trail of thoughts continuing, I’ll also tell you that I absolutely love the week between Christmas and New Year’s.  I love looking back over the year, seeing what God and I have been through/survived somehow, and just overall assessing my world.

And I will blog about.  A LOT.  You just wait for it.

[Sorry for the lame-o post.  I just wanted to make sure you knew I was alive.  You thought I was being humble when I said I run out of good things to write while I’m working on a book full time.  I wasn’t.  I was being for realz.]

And since you suffered through that, I’ll show you this.  My sisters and I in the “welcome home” pajamas from my mother. Any joke I attempt to make here simply pales in comparison to the idea of three sisters over the age of 20 wearing footy pajamas.  [Can I just say that the one in the middle, Tatum, lives in Hawaii.  Hence the freakin’ ridiculous tan.  Tough life, missionary.]


If that doesn’t make up for a less than stellar post, well.  Then I apologize.

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