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If I kept my blogs short and sweet (yah, right), I bet I could blog daily.
(And if they consisted of less words, people might even be willing to read them daily.)
But daily is daunting...because I worry about BORING you.
So, I'm trying to process if your potential boredom REALLY matters to me. :)

I think I could write 7 days a week about the blessings in my life.
Some people might get tired of hearing about them. "Blah, blah, blah, God, God, God."
Others however - others might be energized by them (or inspired to look around in their own lives to find blessings).

If I tried to see the world through 2-year-old-toddler-eyes-full-of-astonishment-and-amazement, I bet I could write every day for the rest of my life on a different topic.
(Do you know there is a.beetle whose butt EXPLODES when it is threatened? There is no way this interesting little guy could have evolved. It would have cooked itself into extinction while waiting for all the protective linings it needs to survive the caustic chemicals. God gave this bug to us so we could see how interesting His mind is...and then smile at his awesomeness.)

         *The Bombardier Beetle - one of my favorite creatures that defy Evolution.*

I love being reminded to STOP and appreciate my surroundings.
If I blog about those halted "moments", maybe instead of getting bored, others might appreciate the reminder as well.

Of course, my surroundings also include strife at times...but if I blog about the lessons God is teaching me through the stress (I have to learn A LOT of lessons), maybe others could be encouraged through their own difficulties...

I'm really processing this whole "blogging thing". Out Loud. ("Waa Waa Waa Waa," says Charlie Brown's Teacher.)
So, I can blog every day. I can repeat myself at times...and I can really bore a few people.
Or I can ignore the potential boredom. I can blog each day...and re-focus my own cluttered mind so that it remembers that God is bigger.
Hmmm, maybe I don't need to worry so much about your boredom after all.