BERNARD SHUFORD

I’d love to write a blog post. It’s quiet, the kids are asleep, the wife has her hair up in a towel, and I could rattle off something quite spectacular.

Except that the seed thought, the core of blogging, is dead. I can think of NOTHING worth blogging about. I’m sleepy, I’m tired, and I’m sleepy.

So, the silence will have to do.

Thanks for dropping by!

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I guess I’ll take the “Likes” system off the blog, to prevent jamming up the system.

Either nobody likes the stuff, which is discouraging news, or the idea of clicking a button to tell me that you like my stuff just hasn’t caught on.

Definitely don’t want to waste speed and network resources on a useless feature.

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I’m mentally blown out.  I’m spiritually burned out.  I’m emotionally drained.  I’m “stuck in the bed in the morning” physically wasted.

What’s a guy to do when he needs two weeks off so bad he can taste it but it is absolutely impossible within the next 2-3 months?

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Today I worked with a man who dropped F-bombs and S-bombs like most people breath. I have never in my life heard the words used quite so repetitiously, except perhaps by teenage boys desperate to make an impression on some other teenage boy.

It really never seemed to occur to him that the rest of us weren’t using those words. Most of the guys I work with are capable of various bombs, but none of them just seem to spew them like Roman candles on the Fourth of July.

I think we Christians are often like that. Talking in our own little language, absolutely unconscious of the fact that everybody around us doesn’t use those words.

There’s a lesson to learn in just about everything, even exceptionally excessive “cursing”.

Wow.

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So, I really poured out my heart into my last post.

But I can’t bring myself to share it.  There’s a little too much of me there.  I can’t really bring myself to lay everything out on the line for the whole world to see.

A man needs a little privacy, even in today’s Twitter world.

But one legitimate question arises from it that I will share…

Is my life really as difficult as I think it is, or is this just normal?

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