Good to Me

How do I start this? No, it's not writers block for I have a lifetime of stories to tell. I can tell you of lands both real and unreal, well perhaps not of this world but real nevertheless. Okay, so its almost the end of another year. 2019 is just around the corner, peeking through the dimming lights of December. I am 44 and I am on the verge of a separation. Whew! Now that I got that out, this is exactly how I got into writing. comforting, you can actually hear yourself speak, using your hands and your mind is totally involved with the process. There are so many things that I can't control, wait...let me correct myself, I am not in control, that's an illusion. 

I don't want to turn this into another never-ending rant about life. I wouldn't be here, on this chair, typing on this keyboard without the sovereign hand of God. That's what the title is for, an ode, a praise to Him who deserves all the honor and worship. He has blessed me with both his common and uncommon grace. No, this isn't a theology-filled-superlative monologue but to remember, to imprint, to bring into memory His grace. I am a man who has tasted the goodness and grace of God. I shouldn't be here but for whatever reason, under the sovereign mercies of God, He has orchestrated that I exist right now. I am here today inspite of my circumstance, feelings and emotions. This story does not end on this table, my story will continue but it is not going to be merely my story but His, for mine is just a miniscule, a microscopic part of His story. So Lord, here I am, writing again on this blog, I do not not know what next year will hold, I don't even know what will transpire, a minute, an hour, a few hours from now. But you have been good to me and it is enough.

He has been good to me.