I’ve been sort of looking through all the blogs that have rules, or reasons or causes in writing a blog. Didn’t much care for most. I know all that information is helpful and probably important but it simply made my blogging adventure confusing. That I don’t  need. The one suggestion I loved was that no matter what a person writes, always they need to believe what they write. This I can relate to and this I can do with no problem. I wrote this morning and for my third post in just a few hours – an incredibly good feeling, it got three ‘likes’ I was so happy.

I have a lot of thoughts that spin through my mind, sometimes reminding me of the lovable cartoon character, Taz. When my mind goes so fast, it renders me ‘speechless’, in fact I will attempt to speak but all that comes out is broken sentences, mispronounced words, and forgetfulness of it all. Very humiliating. I have bipolar and I guess this is what causes it, although the part I don’t understand is why I didn’t have the speech difficulties until this age, I’ve been bipolar, supposedly the greatest part of my life.

So much on my mind, that it cannot escape fast enough before it now affects me in not such good ways. It’s humiliating and embarrassing to not be able to speak smoothly and to make no sense at all while trying to explain and speak of things. So, writing will be a nice get away for my attempts to speak, no forgetting here or stumbling over the words that I cannot remember and blank stares during the forgetful moments. Maybe this will help me overcome these problems even. Who knows.

I wrote something  in my post this morning. It was a small blurb on the head of ISIS being stopped, killed, in fact. Now, I feel I need to update what I was blurbing on. The head of ISIS had some kind of bomb vest on. He ran into underground with his three little children and triggered the bomb to go off. Sadly, he murdered his own children for his sake of not getting caught. This is just a piece of why he needed to be stopped. My God, his own children and I could almost bet he had little emotion in doing so. What is wrong with the world? I mean, besides the everlasting holy wars becoming global. Yes, It’s the beginning of the treacherous end. I cry for my grandchildren, how corrupt will this world be in 50 years? Will America be a pile of dust and dirt? Will our surroundings be that of the scenery in ‘The Book of Eli.’ It’s going to get different and it’s not going to be pretty, but how fast and how deep today’s wickedness will take us all depends on what God’s true followers will turn from.

I will end for now but I fully expect to return soon. Be well and be blessed.

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