I have a number of drafts in my queue from various attempts to put words to the place I've been spiritually for the last few years. I realize that my tripping point has been in trying to lay a background so that the strangeness of the "Sarah the Skeptic" might be as remarkable to you as it still is to me. In trying to do so, I get bogged down in the past, and think, "oh, there's just no way I can communicate all this!" It also made me horrifically aware of my own pride and self-centeredness. I have decided that it's more important to document this journey that I am currently on than to try to retrace the steps that led me here.
Am I afraid? Yes.
Does that matter so much? Not really.
Have I been sitting here for 10 minutes trying to find the courage to post this, knowing it will force me into a responsibility I don't really want?
Consider this my coffee stain on the blank canvas. A post to get me over the fear of starting wrong.
I will be brave.
God grant me courage and perseverance. And time.