Yeah, me neither.
But, I did end up taking the summer off (even from my beloved Twitter - gasp!).
I didn't plan to, but I did.
My one year "blogoversary" was on July 26th. I actually started to blog for it, but that Mary spirit, the one that holds all these things in her heart, was on me and I stayed quiet.
My first post, my very first one, was a prompt via Sarah Bessey, about what's saving my life right now.
That post was probably one of the most honest and vulnerable things I have ever published. It was in part, a lament. I cried out, so very discouraged at that stuck feeling. Of not being able to be the family we felt we should be because we were stuck in a third floor condo.
Then we bought a house. In our neighborhood. With a little backyard (if by backyard I mean a small concrete pad, but boy is it wonderful), room for the girls to sleep, play, homeschool (oh yeah, doing that too).
Our dining room is even bigger than what we had in the condo, and now when we are sitting down together at our table, I don't see the empty chairs, I see the faces of children who need a family and I know that soon it will be full.
It's been busy. It's been stressful. It has been unimaginably wonderful. Not a day has gone by that I haven't found myself crying for the beauty of it all.
For all of the work of it, there has been an unmistakable whisper in my ear....
"It is good."
I thought I knew what grace was. I have been learning its lessons over the past few years. But this summer I realized something. You can't just float down the river of grace. Because if you do, you see others around you and even though you are being held up by its strong current, you will slowly begin to look around and judgement, cynicism, and insecurity will start to seep in.
It's here that you are left with a decision. Get out of the river, or let the current take you. Stop fighting, and just release.
I've been drowning in grace and now I can finally breathe.
It's good to be back, friends.