Catching Idle Butterflies

The Marathon

Here I am, the marathon blogger nearing the end of the finish line.

I know this isn't my last one -- got addition at least figured out. Well, for the most part. In trying to figure out a calculus problem once, I thought 2+2=2.

As I said before, I have my 500th entry written, and this ain't it. I'm instead going to talk about what it's been like saving my previous entries. I'm almost done with 95 more to go. I should have it finished tonight. That's the plan anyway. I will be having supper with Dave and some friends, but after that, I will be chained to my computer clicking and saving. I imagine I'll be up well past midnight doing it all, but I have a need to get it done.

But that's a little chicken I need to kick out of this coop.

Saving all my entries, and reading most of them, it's like going on a fast-forward tour of the last year and a half of my life. Some of it made me laugh, other ones made me stop to think. Still others made me cringe, and more than a few made me cry.

Emotional rollercoasters are hard enough in real time, but doing it all over again in the span of a few weeks is tougher. Looking at the big picture, though, it's been more than interesting to read the very first comments people left, and watched -- again in fast forward -- friendships develop with the first tentative steps, the stumbles, but also the strengthening of the ties.

I've seen how my writing has improved, but I've also discovered new things about my abilities. I can make people laugh, make them cry, and make them think. I will even through humility out the window here for a sec *waits for it to stop screaming* and say I can even make a difference in people's lives.

No one now can tell me I've wasted my time either with this journal, or with my writing. If ever I do in the future, though, all I have to do is read through these entries again.

Best of all, I've watched my faith in Jesus grow. No words can describe how amazing that is to me. Even in my most difficult times, I see his fingerprints, his whispers of encouragement, and expressions of love. That alone is worth saving all 500 entries, no matter how much sleep I lose doing it.

I will stop there, because if I don't I'll end up repeating what I'm going to say tomorrow.

I hope you all are having a fabulous Friday!

Love you bunches!