I HAVE a CONFESSION to MAKE

It’s hard to write these days….. probably because it’s easier to see right these days.  I mean compared to all the wrong that I used to write about because it was easier to find at least one hard lesson a day,  when I was working my thoughts out. Today there is less pressure pressing and less chaos confessing. You see, all the turmoil use to speak clearly to me, and I was merely turning such messes into messages for all to read and see.I can currently write about the many opportunities that God is allowing me to experience every day, but I guess I feel as if that gets old.  Sadly, it was easier to write about prison evil when in the presence of so many devils, but now, being around good is a present and it’s harder to unwrap it.  This riddle may not make sense to you where you are, but it makes perfect sense to me, especially from where I was.It’s been exactly a year (TODAY!) since I’ve been out of “hell on earth”—that’s what I called prison—and my smile while there was magnified because it’s in death that Jesus is clearly seen risen. Writing from that intersection was a lot easier than writing from this avenue.  The intersection of peace overpassing chaos is a lot more compelling than the avenue of common living.It’s just not the same…. and that is why I have a confession to make. I crave such isolation again, not because it wasn’t hard, but because writing was easier. You may think I’m crazy for admitting that, but I think it’s crazy that so many people are missing that. The richness of heaven in the midst of the poor of hell, that’s what I felt and use to show and tell!It’s harder to write these days…it just is!