Perhaps I'll write tomorrow even or later today, or a few days. Perhaps I'd be better off with this kind of routine? Intermittent.
Have something to say and judging. And pangs about yesterday's post and "who am I to...". World seems bleak as I lay here feeling my shame. The burden of...
Gonna stop for now. God is here and I must double-up and do what I can to get something from this.
Give something? Myself. Will doubtless find this public expression helpful. Blab, blab, blab – why anyone would want to read this/me? Oh I forgot, they're not.
Notta prob. I read it and trust it can somehow, please God.