there is hope for me yet.

i don’t read christian blogs. i don’t even like christian blogs. by that, i don’t mean i won’t read the blogs of other christians.
but when i see posts about christianity, i run away (technically, click away) as fast as my fingers will carry me.
but then i found Jamie. and i think she is my long lost other half of my soul.

this morning, i saw one of her tweets that somehow, by the ultimate miraculous of miraculous miracles, i clicked my way straight to donald “super-christian writer” miller’s blog.

20 minutes ago i was writing in my journal, the first entry in oh, 3 months? 4 months? however many months, its been a long time.
anyway, i was writing about my hardness. my heart feels the heaviness and the hardness of a boulder. i’m kind of at my wit’s end. i’m kind of tired of all the expectations of being a christian.

and then i read this post. and then i thought “hey, if this is true, maybe i can go on. if i can believe this, there may be hope for me yet. i may someday know freedom, joy, and hope.”

that is power.

now, how to believe this and be around people who exude this…
oh, and to break down a million other walls and fears.