Still alive...which means I'm still dying

With complete foreknowledge that no one checks this blog anymore I am posting anyways. But what could be better than not disappointing readers with high expectations, than not disappointing any readers at all? Deep, I know. Try and piece that one together. But blogging is somewhat therapeutic and even after these first few sentences I can feel the effects of putting down thoughts on a template other than my personal journal, which can sometimes be so personal that I often omit topics seemingly less, for lack of a better term, "personal". I say "first few sentences" loosely as I have written and deleted numerous paragraphs about everything from what God is teaching me to lifelong frustrations to my disdain of ignorance among a supposedly education society to why in the world so many people like Coldplay.
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And once again I just deleted two full paragraphs about something God is teaching me and I don't know why I can't just leave it on the page. Maybe I will be able to share it soon. This past year has been one of great hurt, great growth, and great joy. All of which are necessary in the sanctification process. And maybe the reason I can't leave more details on the page is because people don't like the reality that God prunes us so that we "might bear MORE fruit". My prayer is that of Paul in Philippians 3:10. May I share in that fellowship that Paul talks about in that verse.