“A LIVING EXCLAMATION POINT”
Generally, my journal is just for me. However, sometimes I think that you might enjoy (and benefit from) looking over my shoulder. Another possibility is that I am just being lazy, and don’t want to write something else for my blog post. However, I don’t like that interpretation, so I simply regard it as untrue, and throw it out.
So, here you go, and I hope that you enjoy it.
Wednesday, October 10, 2018
Another good day yesterday! I love you, LORD! Help me to love you more in this day. Help me to love you with this day!
Yesterday, I moved a good deal of stuff back upstairs, so that my wife could have the downstairs desk. The desk upstairs has a lot more room. In fact, the entire room is larger. It feels good to be back up here, though my wife is concerned with me being “so far away from” her. Isn’t that sweet! I love that girl so much!
I’ve got an awful lot of exclamation points in the above paragraphs, but then, I’m an exclamation point kind of guy. (Should I have finished the preceding sentence with an exclamation point?)
I remember a lady from many years ago, the wife of the president of a seminary I attended back in the 1980’s, who was always so upbeat and enthusiastic. Everybody hated her. “Nobody can be that happy and bubbly all the time,” some said. Many of the students thought she was simply a fake.
Well, maybe not everybody hated her. In fact, I rather liked her. Perhaps that was because I was (and am) a little like her.
Of course, I’m a morning person, so I tend to rain exclamation points early in the morning. Later in the day, they tend to dry up, and become periods or commas or question marks. Sometimes they even become the . . . s of unfinished sentences. Oh well . . .
One of the problems I had when I was writing my Ph.D. dissertation was that I kept using exclamation marks. My very patient advisors kept reminding me that I shouldn’t do that. When I had eliminated all the exclamations, I was awarded the Ph.D. Apparently, Ph.D. candidates are not allowed to be enthusiastic or emphatic.
But perhaps God loves my exclamation points, and all of my punctuation marks, even my questions and my dot-dot-dots. The God who made all things understands all the punctuation marks of all God’s creatures—including the creatures that are you and me.
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