Blogging would be higher on my priority list if it wasn't for these.

• Stalkerish people scare me. and I'm one of them. ;)
• So much to say, too little time. Blogging can easily eat time.
  
• Its hard for me to write a thought exactly the way I thought it.
  
• Avid bloggers start to think in "posts" instead of "thoughts". This is annoying.
  
• If you make a blanket statement it can be hard to explain to someone who doesn't know you.
  
• Sometimes fingers on the keyboard misinterpret desire to be an encouragement into "my
• life is perfect and I'm happy all the time"
  
• No matter how sincere the writing, you will never know the real me without meeting me in
• person, hearing me laugh, and watching me get excited over something.

Maybe sometime I'll post on why I ever do blog. ;)

Once it was the blessing, Now it is the Lord;
Once it was the feeling, Now it is His Word.
Once His gifts I wanted, Now the Giver own;
Once I sought for healing, Now Himself alone.

Once ’twas painful trying, Now ’tis perfect trust;
Once a half salvation, Now the uttermost.
Once ’twas ceaseless holding, Now He holds me fast;
Once ’twas constant drifting, Now my anchor’s cast.

Once ’twas busy planning, Now ’tis trustful prayer;
Once ’twas anxious caring, Now He has the care.
Once ’twas what I wanted, Now what Jesus says;
Once ’twas constant asking, Now ’tis ceaseless praise.

Once it was my working, His it hence shall be;
Once I tried to use Him, Now He uses me.
Once the power I wanted, Now the Mighty One;
Once for self I labored, Now for Him alone.

Once I hoped in Jesus, Now I know He’s mine;
Once my lamps were dying, Now they brightly shine.
Once for death I waited, Now His coming hail;
And my hopes are anchored, Safe within the veil.

Hymn, written by: A.B. Simpson