My Sleeve Where It Should Be

Alleluia! This is one of those words which expresses so much more than a dictionary definition can cover. Whether people actually use this word or not, I think the feeling invoked by this word surpasses joy or gratitude or excitement.  Often, in relationship to this word, I think of the reported celebrations surrounding the end of world war 2, or what I imagine was the response of the Israelites after crossing the Red Sea. All my life I have been exposed to celebrations of one kind or other but most are probably not reflective of the term alleluia. In fact, I would imagine so much of what is that word is actually not the outward expression but an inward feeling that explodes outward because it can no longer be contained. It is the explosion of the potential spiritual energy of a saved soul. That potential energy that is ignited by the atonement of Jesus Christ. When you realize that sorrow and damnation and eternal darkness has been broken down by the light of Christ. When you unders

As I was growing up, my father would always say that I wore my heart on my sleeve.  There were many years I tried to keep that heart off my sleeve.  I try to pretend that I am not so sensitive, a weak façade that everyone saw through.  I was the only person who believed that I had successfully removed the heart from my sleeve.   This blog is my full acceptance of my father's statement that I wear my heart on my sleeve.  Those posts that have been so important to me personally and spiritually from my other blog will one by one be edited and reposted here.  My Christmas posts will, however , be posted in both places.   I now fully acknowledge that I wear my heart on my sleeve, and that is where it should be...