A blank screen awaits me.
A blinking cursor.
A deadline that I imposed on myself…
“When November begins, I will write.”
I only have a few words. To be honest, I don’t feel qualified to be writing. I might be just a little too messy, too hormonal, and slightly spastic to be allowed a keyboard. My life is certainly not conducive to good writing – crying babes, arms full, messy hands, thoughts interrupted and fleeting.
But I think (I believe, I hope) I need to write. Black and white letters rein in my emotions. The words help me to better see our story – even if there is no neatly summed up lesson or conclusion. The paragraphs arrange themselves and capture God’s faithfulness and provision in each little moment.
I’m in the midst of it all, and I’m going to try to write about it.
Hello, blog. I’m back.