Robyn once said that I should start a blog, for those rare occasions where I have something humorous to say (I wish I could include "meaningful," but my meaningful quotient is even lower than my humorous quotient, so I won't delude myself with that hope) and I want to keep track of them. Then she and Steve started a blog about being newly married, and I felt guilt-tripped into getting something down. I'm compromising by making this private; at this point, I haven't invited anyone to read it, though I imagine at some point Jodie may get the honor...or chore. So I'll keep this as a place to include what I find amusing or important, with the caveat that amusing or important things may be neglected if I'm busy. Journaling didn't work for me, so I'm not real confident about keeping up with this either. But it's worth a shot.
A note about the title of this blog: in my multiple fantasies of giving speechs, I used to compose one to give the church thanking them for their love and support during Michael's surgeries (one of my future posts may include this non-existent speech). I became focused on the idea that we pray for miracles, then don't recognize them when they arrive because they come in the form of people. Which led me to the phrase (hopefully original, but maybe not), that we are the Instruments of God's Miracles. It also relates to a wonderful Randy Stonehill song, "Who Will Save the Children?"
"We are his hands, we are his voice
We are the ones who must make a choice
And if it isn't now, tell me when,
And if it isn't you, then tell me who will save the children?"
Given my love of guitar, this concept had particular relevance for me, and I've tried to think of myself in that way. Maybe not the best title for a blog that will primarily (hopefully) be amusing, but there it is nonetheless.
Now to begin, with some of my earlier writings that still exist in the ether(net).
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