threshold

Admittedly this first entry will be little more than a greeting. I always told myself that I wouldn't be a "blogger," yet a "blogger" I have become. I hope that you may find some worth from my thoughts and expressions as I embark on this journey of sharing my life with you.

Sometimes I get the impression that people don't exactly know how to interpret me. I scarcely think I'm enigmatic, but simultaneously I don't believe that I'm simple either. It can be difficult to find your way through life when you are confronted with the concern of measuring up to the expectations held for you. Who can truly know the heart and mind of the individual, but God alone? No matter how we strive to live our lives as open books, do we not retain a measure of mystery? I scarcely understand my own self, I don't expect others to fully comprehend the man that I am. Hopefully, the measure of this man will be revealed to some extent through this unique medium.

I assure you that as you read, you will not encounter guarded sentiments.

I desire authenticity. So be it.

I'm coming off of a sometimes hectic, yet always enjoyable Christmas holiday weekend. I primarily spent the time enjoying the company of my family and spoiling my nieces with attention (and gifts). Now that my siblings have returned to their homes, I remain in Beloit with my mom and dad for an abbreviated amount of time before moving to St. Louis in the New Year. (No doubt more will be said about this in the near future.) For now, I must retire to my bed. I hear it beckoning me.

One more thing... God indeed is good. Friends, family, laughter, shrieks of joy, cookies with a few too many sprinkles, piles of wrapping paper, and a Saviour born in a dank stable on a dark night to bring warmth, deliverance, and light: there's just too much to be grateful for.