Liz's Letters

I sit at my computer, staring at my own blog as if it belongs to someone else. Some days it feels that way. Like today. Who is that person who had thoughts that overflow and bubble out of her heart and mind with nowhere to go except to put words together and ... And what? And pretend that what I have to say is interesting? No. Not really. It might be interesting to me. I believe that it might be interesting to God, but I don't need to post it on a public blog for Him to find out about it. And even most of my family members and close friends are probably "caught up" enough on my life to not even need to pop over here and find out what's on my mind. But, here I am...computer screen in front of me, beckoning purpose, expression of life and of wonder. And the thoughts that turn to prose press on me to let them loose, as if they were alive, and begging to be freed. The past few weeks (I have been absent for a while), my mind has been occupied and busy with things t...