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Initial Post - Purpose of this Blog


    I’m not a writer, but I write.  By that I mean that I have no formal education in writing.  I have no resume of my compositions. After reading these articles you may say I don’t even have writing talent.  But somewhere in my core is a desire to write.

I have written things, of course.  It is hard to go through life without recording events or random thoughts or ‘putting a few words together.’  Lately I have had an extraordinary desire to write on a regular basis -- thus the purpose of this blog.

I grew up poor in a small town in the midwest.  I was the son of a blind preacher. The terms ‘blind’ and ‘preacher’ put him on a road not destined for wealth without a struggle.  My father seemed disinterested in making big bucks so it was never going to happen.

I spent much of my childhood on ‘welfare’ and as they called it ‘Aid to Dependent Children.’  I learned to hate the phrase. I am not against providing assistance to those in need, but the rules always seemed to be set up to make it easier to stay in the program than to make plans to get off.  Due to some financial fortunes we were removed from the roles when I entered high school and thank God I never had to go back. But one has to learn life lessons whatever position God put you in so looking back, I wouldn’t change anything.

Even though I learned to dislike the phrase, it occured that ‘Aid to Dependent Children’ might be appropriate.  The words could be a description of how God works in our lives. We are His children, we depend on Him and through His Holy Spirit, we are given the aid of His comfort and counsel -- thus the name of this blog.

     So, in a nutshell, that is why this blog exists.  It will give me an outlet to write about what I have seen God do in my life and the lives of those around me.  I am no theologian nor do I possess any special credentials for this effort. These are simply my thoughts. If you find these thoughts as enjoyable at some level, I am pleased.  If not, you are free to look at this a some sort of therapy for me.

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