I Know What You Are Thinking…
Where in the hell have I been?
I lead you on.
I tell you that I’m going to write
and I don’t.
Am I a blogger or a bad man?
Ah me, pray tell not a bad blogger!
December slapped me on the bottom so hard it was like being born again.
Not in the good, shiny Jesus kind of way.
In the bad, gooey, birth squall,
OH-GOD-IT-HURTS kind of way.
Suffice it to say the banal intersected with the tragic and fried my mother board.
Triage became the cycle set on my washer and, like the rest of you,
I just ran loads and tried to stay even:
Boxes,
Baking,
Shopping,
Wrapping,
Gingerbread Houses,
Quiche,
Wish Lasagna,
Family divided,
New roles assigned,
and the C-word,
Again.
Amid the sorts there were also:
Prayers,
Joy,
Sweet reunions,
Happy babies,
A new puppy,
Surprise glazes,
Hotmilk Cake,
Telescopes,
Sacred text,
Time together,
and
God winks plenty enough
to o’r pour my pitcher.
Because of His Strength and Grace alone, I celebrate that I came through intact.
The Husband and I gave our children their first Christmas Here well.
God be praised.
As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord and His call upon our lives,
but in December,
that was all that I had in me.
There were days I felt like a child forced outside to play.
I sat on the teeter-totter
of depression
and
shimmied,
twisted,
squirmed,
and scooted
for purchase,
for balance.
Through His stength alone I did not fall.
In fact, He carried me.
I am so grateful.
Tired,
happy enough,
and still Here.
Thank you for praying, texting, emailing, calling and even making plane reservations!
Thank you for caring.
I missed you too.
I love you.
So.
xoxox
Well baby I’ve been here before
I’ve seen this room and I’ve walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew ya
I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah!
I’ve seen that room and I’ve walked that floor sista!
10! Love to you and yours. Xo
Bring it.
xoxo
Yippeeee yeah!!! The brain-ink-juices are still there… I pray for the LOVE-juices to flow into openness and peace…