Scratch That

*Sigh* It's happened. Oh, well, it had to at some point. Actually, maybe we should celebrate! SOUND THE TRUMPETS AND BRING OUT THE CHEESE! You're like: What is it? Get to the point, seriously. Fine. The aged milk products and shiny brass noisemakers can wait.  You know how I told you I tend to back up and rethink/clarify some of my opinions, expectations, and wishes? See first post if unfamiliar... The last post, though not outright saying so,  suggested that all the weight of my relationship with God rests on me. NOT true. It also suggested that my emotions are an ever-accurate representation of my walk with Jesus. Also NOT true.  Will God's and my relationship benefit unimaginably from us spending time together in His Word and in prayer? Definitely. Will I grow and probably feel great around other believers gathered in His name? Past experience says yes, 100 percent. Do I still stand by almost everything in July 31st's page? Certainly. But notice the almos...

It's the middle of summer. For me, this means a plethora of camps on which I always spend my yearly adrenaline stores. Last night, I returned home (half asleep, might I add; apparently the three mugs of coffee this anti-caffeine crusader consumed had little effect) from a month long- ahem, a week long - spiritual high. The camp had good worship, there were tears, and sleep was a distant memory. Sounds great, right? Except... how can I put this? Ah, yes: NO.  What actually occurred pushed the bounds of my reality. Calling the past week a spiritual high would be like calling the unfathomable processes of the human mind a confusing mess of misguided electrons. Gross. This week, God worked in each person intimately and lovingly, including in me. I cannot begin to describe the beauty of forty-something souls raising their voices to praise their Savior, or the way bittersweet tears can create bonds between believers or take place of audible words in a desperate pra...

Hello, World.  This is my very first Scratch That post, so in it I'm explaining the name of this site and giving you a frame of reference for further posts. It's like this: Nobody stays the same. You have changed since you were a baby, and since yesterday. I know I have. Some of these differences I like, such as being able to talk now, but others I don't care for quite as much, such as the growing evidence attesting that I am frightfully imperfect. I'm sure, if we're honest, you can relate. As you and I change, fail, get confused, and grow, our lenses of perception shift. We learn that our views can change as well. I find myself changing my stance on a subject every once in a while, and it shakes my oh-so-comfortable world. I must then return to that subject and say, "Um, scratch that." Hence, the christening of this blog.  This presents a problem. If I and all of humanity are flawed, which, hello, we are, what happens? Is Truth with a capita...