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Well, to my two commentors who sound so aggressive in my (or their) defense, and other people interested, to clarify that last entry is about that one person I tried to be friends with again whom I had extreme doubts about. Well, my doubts were crystallized several weeks ago and that's that. No reason or explanation, just an ugly meltdown among my circle of friends.

The swell of drama was over and out of curiousity I went to his blog to see his status, because he never minces his opinion. The entry had nothing to do with me, but I felt a tug to leave something. Knowing how highly he values Scripture I picked out some verses and left the references, reluctant to hit the "post" button and possibly turn the key that unlocked another Pandora's box. But I felt that tug again, and clicked with gritted teeth.

I wanted to be afraid, to go back and delete it, but felt that tug a third time to let the stone I threw in the water rest and ripple as it might. And there have been ripples. Before I knew about the ripples, I wrote the last post, wanting to be anxious...but not being it. God gave me peace. And all those loose ends are no longer in my clenched and angry fists.

So Brian, don't kill Dave, and Dave...yay! You read and post! *beams* It makes my heart glad. Brian, if you know what's good for you, consult me before going all murderous on Dave's behind - I'll get you the inside scoop ;) Just kiddin'.

...so now you know

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