Reboot

I feel like I owe you an apology.  But parts of me thinks that would make me quite self-centered.  Should I apologize for not writing for so long as if your life was slightly emptier without my ramblings in it?  Without assuming too much (we all know what happens when you assume), I do know that I have a few followers who would read my posts regularly.

I also know that I broke the major blogging rule known to all bloggers.  Be consistent.  Write regularly.

And, I haven't.

I don't even have a really great excuse.  Like losing an arm to a hungry alligator during a tour of the everglades via airboat (you know, those metal canoes with a box fan attached to the back of it) rendering me unable to type until I've mastered the use of my new robotic hand.  I've got nothing.

Not even carpal tunnel.

I won't drone on about the past couple months. It was a rough time that I felt disconnected.  Honestly, most of the time I still feel that way.  But I can hear God's voice as he reaches out to me, calling my name. So, here I am. Ready to try again.

You called and you shouted,
you broke through my deafness.
You flashed and you shone,
dispelled my blindness.
You breathed your fragrance on me
You breathed your fragrance on me
Late have I loved you
Gungor
"Late Have I Loved You"