Where am I?

I cannot remember the last time I opened a Bible. I'm sure it was one of the Bibles at First Baptist Church in Pyatt, Ar. My prayers have been limited to a brief mumble to a seemingly distant God when friends ask for prayer or a last-ditch effort to feel connection. I stepped into FBC Yellville, AR about a week and a half ago and I felt something. I know that it was God's presence, but as soon as I walked back into my life, the feeling was gone.

I told my mother the other day that I feel as if I have medicated my spirituality away, and I am fairly certain that I have. I am all for the use of psychotropic medication, but there is hard research indicating that it can make spirituality go "poof". I am the product of poofed spirituality. Am I still a Christian? Certainly. I believe every bit of what is outlined in the first post of this blog, yet I am very much a shell of who I was when I first typed those words. Perhaps shell is a bit superlative. Lets say, I am a stuffed shell with various hydrogenated oils, pasteurized processed cheese food product, and a touch of caviar when I'm having a "good day". 

The mental health professional in me is saying, "David, that is negative self-talk. Correct it!" Ok. Fine, self. I am an overall good guy who truly cares about people. Happy? Yeah, me neither. Although as I reflect on what I've written, I do get a basic sense of joy that I am writing again. Hey, I may be on to something! And, there we have it. The reason that I am writing. I love the written word. I love expressing myself, and I miss the freedom that comes with blogging. So, to all who stumble across my musings, this is far less a ministry and more of a glimpse into the mind of someone who loves the Lord but is acknowledging where I am at this very moment, spiritually, physically, and emotionally. 

Ahh, and what has transpired since my last post? Oh, so much. The details of my brief marriage will one day be the subject of a riveting movie, so I won't bore you with the details. Suffice to say, I will likely make millions on the screenplay. Perhaps I can convince Chris Hemsworth to portray me and Zooey Deschanel to portray Tia. I'd pay money to watch that. 

I am ready to make the world laugh again, so here goes. 

Ok, now, world? Let's be honest. You have kinda gone to crap. Ah, and there's the negativity monitor going off again! But, David, you were just down at the creek today observing the beauty of nature with your dad. Yes, but as I got close to the water's edge, those rapids made me feel as if they were going to pull me in. That wasn't very nice now was it? No. Bad rapids. Go lay down. 

I do try to make an effort to get out of the house and go driving regularly. If I have the chance to take pictures, I take pictures. I try to put my FJ Cruiser in the pictures because I really like that thing. It is big. It is orange, and my clients have deemed it "The Great Pumpkin". I'll take that over creamsicle any day (yes, someone actually told me that it looked like a creamsicle). 

This post is getting to be a bit long, so I am going to end it here. Yes, I am about to start a whole new blog post.