I'd Rather Write

I'm just a simple, low-profile guy who loves and worships the Lord, who finds value in working hard to obtain a better life for his family, who loves to write, and who lives a portion of his weekly life on his computer creating a hidden diary of himself and his way of thinking in his writings, probably like most other creative writers do out there.

My joy is my daily relationship with my wife, my children, and especially, my God, who gives all the good things that I and my family have and need in our daily lives.

I've seen, I've been blind, I've experienced, I've sinned, I've stumbled, I've fallen, I've suffered, I've hated, I've weeped, I've repented, I've stood back up, I've forgiven, I've been forgiven, I've learned, I've grown confident again, I've laughed, I've loved, I've reached out to help others, and I've reached out to be helped by strangers; and, as life goes on, I randomly continue these events--not necessarily in the same order.

However, the Lord still continues to bless me into a new day, and so I thank him each new morning for this in a prayer and praise his holy name before I set foot off my bed. I arise and begin my gift of life into a brand, new day.

As a final result, I write--most writings of which are safe-guarded in my personal files and very few of which are actually shared with others--keeping in mind that someday, my true audience will be my grown children and their children's children as they read my writings and learn who I, "I'd Rather Write," truly am in heart . . . followed by their smiles . . . and then by the smile of my spirit.

Maybe, through my writings, a few of them--and others--will be able to figure out their mysterious selves and realize that I was once identical to them . . . and that I happily survived in the long-run with confidence, a positive attitude, and undeterring faith in God.

Til then, my weak and meaningless tongue must remain silent . . .
because my true strength lies in the good examples I set in my daily life for my children and in my writing hand as it records into my hidden diary collections the errors and triumphs in my life; Truthful actions crush lying and boastful tongues.