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I know that it has been a long time since I have really posted anything. Not that any of you have lost any sleep over my lack of posting...

I have re-started my Let Me Not Wander blog. I really enjoy working on that blog. It doesn't get much traffic, but that has never really bothered me. The entire blog is meant to be a running verse-by-verse commentary of different passages. Instead of being a running commentary, it has turned out to me a meandering stroll commentary. I have now commentaried on over 400 different verses. That is a tiny little accomplishment, but one that I am happy about.

I am really happy about the school that I am currently teaching at. It is Blue Ridge Christian Academy, but don't judge them on their website. They have a new one under construction right now. It is a beautiful school in a beautiful location. They have a great spirit and a real desire to do things God's way. I can honestly say that I have not been at a school that turns to prayer so often and so quickly.

The school keeps me really busy though. That is the biggest reason why I haven't been blogging lately. My days run from 5:00am to near midnight, almost every night. I spend a few hours, almost every night, doing extra school work. I also work at the church, so there are a couple of days a week where I will spend a few hours there.

There is more that I could get into, but that is basically my life. Wake, work, more work, and a little bit of sleep.

My biggest struggle right now is finding time to really (emphasis on really) pray and read my Bible. That is the reason for the early rising each day, but trying to really get awake and genuine that early is challenging. I was trying to read through the Bible in a year, for the first time, but I have to honestly say that I wasn't getting anything out of it. So I have trimmed my reading amount down. I am reading (and re-reading) through the Book of James. That is what I am teaching in my 9th Bible class. I am also going back through Exodus, a little slower this time.

Well, there you go... No promises of any future posts, but I thought I would throw one out there into blogland.

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