I have been away.
That is an undestatement, you say.
UmmHmmm. I know. But I just don’t believe in talking when I haven’t got anything to say. And this last spring and summer was a time when all that was inside was silence. And living.
Just living.
Breathing in and breathing out. Walking. Eating. Sleeping. Hugging. Crying. Getting through. Finding victory at unexpected times. Beginning to understand faith.
But not blogging.
However, when I sat down today, I realized I wanted to blog. That I had something to say to you all (those stalwart people who have stuck it out through my cyber-silence).
With a new school year creeping up on this homeschool household, comes a whole litany of inner protests. I love home educating my children. But it is like a marathon. Which means it will be so lovely when I cross through that tape at the end, knowing I have accomplished something worthwhile. In the meantime, it just means morning after morning of early awakenings to prepare not only the daily necessities of food and clothing, but also to prepare young minds to accept and learn and grow and stretch.
I am entering the the middle stretch. The sweat is starting to form and more than ever I am realizing the need in these years for proper spiritual and emotional nutrition.
As a runner, I have learned how incredibly important it is to eat to perform and how to eat to recover. Also, how to make those little decisions and sacrifices so when the big push comes, I am ready.
Why then have I tended to approach this stage of my life without proper tools, spiritual food on a consistent basis, and proper priorities?
I must think I am super-human or something.
So I prayed and asked God to please, pullleeeeeeze give me the wisdom and strength to overhaul the way I look at this marathon called Life. I can’t afford to burn out. It simply can’t happen. This is too important.
Therefore, the posts around here are going to be following a different vein. Not vastly different. Subtle changes toward the things of the deep. I am not ashamed by anything I have blogged here, but I also want to make sure I am writing what the Lord wants me to write. I don’t know what that will be, but I am here and I am willing.
I want it to count. All 26 miles and 385 yards. My life. My own, personal marathon.