Don’t be deceived. This isn’t a memoir. This isn’t a journal put up for publication by the relatives of some famous author, whether alive or dead. This also isn’t supposed to be a super-preachy “you must repent or die!” type story. I am writing this in real time, and you will follow me in real time. Every day’s entry is a different day. I promise.
Two days ago, as I was leaving Kansas City, MO, a young woman from the IHOP told me that I had the spirit of Ruth, and that I should consider studying her. I intend to know that means and understand it completely.
So yes, there may be other posts on the blog in betwixt these, but if you wish, you may follow me as I try to learn what this compelling and chilling valediction means.