Voice from the past

Every once and a while I browse my archives, sometimes I’m embarrassed by what I have written, and I’m tempted to change old posts, but I never have. Other times I’m in awe of the stuff I’ve written, and think to myself “what happened”? Then there are some entries that I think, “why on earth did I ever write that“?

But alas, for whatever reason (maybe possession?) I felt the need to write those things and so they will forever (unless Google dies) be here, for whoever to see. These words are me, my past, my present, and my future. The voice of my past, does not define who I am today, nor does it define my future, but it does show the fingerprints of God on my life. Every blessing he poors out I will turn to praise, and no matter what I have, or what I don’t have, I will say blessed be his name.