His name was David and he rambled. He rambled on for over 200 pages. He rambled about love, about loss, about rejection, about fear. He rambled on about his own mistakes, regrets and missed opportunities. He rambled on about joy, about being alive, about the wonder of all that he saw. He was in fact, a rambler. And yet somehow in all his wailing, whining, complaining and cheering something eternal happened. He became a man after God’s own heart. He put down in words what the rest of the world was feeling, but dared not say. And like all poets, I feel sure he wanted the world to remember him, but mostly he could not help himself. Rambling on about the things that filled his mind was as necessary as breathing. It was how he coped with all that life brought his way. His name was David and he was a rambler. He was also a king and paved the way for the King. And some 4000 years later, we still cry over, sing to, laugh at and soak in his ramblings.
Now, I don’t assume my words will be around 4000 years from now, or even 4 hours after someone reads them, but like David, I have need to put them down. I also have a deep desire to draw near to God’s heart and somehow rambling on seems to help me do that. So welcome to my world of rambling....
We are a family of five (including our dog Chloe) who have lots of "isms" among us, and we are here to tell the tale of how God has and is transforming us through Livin' with our Isms.