Today I started working my way through a box of journals that goes back to our first winter in Cali, in 1982. It seems impossible that we have lived here for 33 years.  There are so many things written there…things that I want to record…so many things that mean something to me, but will mean nothing to anyone else.

I have decided to develop a time-line of the writing and scriptures and post them here, because it is now possible to write freely, without concern for what others may think. There simply isn’t anyone who will care one way or another.

I’ve finally come to an understanding with myself about needing validation from family, or friends.

Having decided for God,
I have decided not to worry
about missing out on anything.

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