I’ve not written on this blog in over four years.  Much has transpired, and my writing has instead gone to more a chronicle of events, feelings, thoughts, and trials.  

I admit it is rather raw–an outpouring of this and that of my exile in a “desert”, of sorts, and with whatever authentic that goes on within a person, personally, even if overly-sensitive, or with details of relationships and daily life struggles.  Some of it might be helpful to others, but perhaps not.

For me, it has been cathartic and real.  And yes, it is so raw as to include my foibles and vices–and hopefully, though, an expression of love of Christ and trust in Him no matter life’s pitfalls.  We keep a goin’ (as my late Aunt Charlotte often said).

In this new location (now nearly four years), I do not have the comforts I had before.  The Lord seemed to think that my previous home was just too cozy for a hermit.  My gardens are all gone–dug up and sold for next to nothing and also most of the perennials given away at the end of the attempt to recover the financial losses.  Even the stone pathways were dug up and hauled off by a most happy man who got a steal on them.

I do not have my camera set up to take photos, and even took a bit of figuring as to how to get onto this site to write even this much.  Followers have dropped away.  I plan to maintain this site for there is hope that with the Lord Jesus’ help, and the prayers of many, I will be able to get this current hermitage into livable condition.  I am about out of funds–frighteningly little left–but I continue to work on the place as best I can.

A young man who drives a distance to help me (and I do pay him an hourly) can come one day per week in this month before he returns to Bible college.  So grateful!  There are some tasks in renovation that require another set of hands and stronger back–for two of us to heave drywall and nail in tongue and groove ceiling boards…

God bless you all!