Monthly Archives: December 2008

i decided to write this post because i logged in to wordpress (after a pretty very long break) and noticed that there is still a steady stream of hits for this blog.  which surprised me.  maybe they searched for porn blogs and were deeply disappointed–or better yet, maybe got just a sliver of light.  anyway, i guess what i need to communicate is, expect long breaks between posts.  why?  because i’m a lousy blogger.  and, i don’t want to just post for posting’s sake.

i also write this post to encourage you and let you know that this blog did not come to a halt because the shinyness of the wagon wore off and i jumped out.  not to say that i’m perfect–far from it, actually.  but i still have hope (and now evidence) that significant, lasting healing can replace a porn addiction.  i don’t know how god will use this blog, but i hope i am participating in his kingdom through it.  i would like more people to comment, but what blogger doesn’t?  maybe i should just write a post on obama–or maybe atheism.  j/k freestyle and chill.

a final note about tv.  roll eyes.  big sighs.  here he goes again. we got rid of our tv about 6 months ago–not because we’re super holy, but because we didn’t want to move that behemoth, old school, nuclear reactor picture-box to our new house.  didn’t really have a good place for it and decided that we’d get a new fancy flat-panel when we finish the basement.  well, i can’t tell you how much of a difference it’s made for me.  m and i still watch our favorite shows online and s watches her videos on the computer.  but i don’t sit down and give myself over to it’s programming.  now that i think about it programming is an ironic and not-so-subtle term for what’s on.  i know, i sound like a huge prude, and i don’t think a little skin on an advertisement here and there will ruin you.  it’s the constant flow of images, desires of others and false promises of fulfillment.  The happiness of most people we know is not ruined by great catastrophes or fatal errors, but by the repetition of slowly destructive little thingsDimnet.  i thought i would miss it more than i do.  although i have two little ones that keep me pretty busy–and lots of hobbies.  i’ll stop short of telling you what to do.  i can only speak to what it’s done for me.