Work in progress

Meaning the Blog...and myself.:-) It's taking longer than I'd like. You will learn that patience is something I have never had. I have been called "impulsive" all my life, even before I knew what the word meant. They tell me that I once dropped a blueberry onto the freshly painted deck of a navy ship, navy servicemen in uniform and at attention, as our family toured their vessel. In an instant, rather than picking up the blueberry, or allowing my frantic mother time to do so, I raised my patent leather clad foot and stomped it violently, sending a spray of purple blue onto the sparkling white deck.
I am about to start stomping blueberries. I sincerely hope that my words will not stain, but bless. There is something inside me that needs to write, and it wants to pour out of me at an alarming, and yes, even impulsive- rate. I cannot sing these words, so I must write them down, whatever they are. I do know that they will be honest, and from my heart....impulsive, impatient, imperfect. But from my heart.
Can't wait. Talk soon.
Reader Comments (2)
Brilliant! THIS definitely has potential! I'm tuned in....
Bet your Momma did not know you had blueberries.....Karen the "blueberry smasher!" Yes, along with the joy of your sharing your faith in a positive, personal way, it will be fun to read of your "impulsive, deeply held, secrets." One blueberry at a time, my sweet FB friend!! Vicki Sanford