So, I’ve been meaning to write…
Writing has been tough because of so much on my mind these past 2 weeks – mainly, my Momma. My feelings are very close to the surface when I pause and think about my family in Louisiana. Momma has been in and out of the hospital. Last week, it seemed that she had taken the turn for the worse.
But she’s a tough Louisiana cookie and she rebounded.
She left me a message two days ago saying she was my Grandma calling and that she loved me. The sound of her voice, the confusion – I was standing in front of the washing machine when I listened to the message and I just laid over the machine and cried for a while.
But then I wiped my tears and got back into the business of being the Momma myself to the cutie-pies who live in our house and needed some grilled cheese sandwiches.
I can’t locate my focus to write a blog that would be cohesive.
Do I write about my Momma and how I live 1,073 miles away?
Do I pour out my thankful heart for the magnanimous heavenly gifts that our sons are, healing and warming my soul in a spectrum of ways, seemingly every moment of every day?
Do I hash out my itch to do something more in radio – something from home – but I don’t know yet exactly what that looks like?
Do I write about the open ministry doors in front of me that could put me in different cities for a day or 2 each month, raising money for the poor, the helpless, the oppressed, the forgotten?
Do I share about “my one word” for 2012 and what vision I’m casting for this year?
Do I blog from my little, fragile heart about the Wednesday morning Bible study that is laying me bare before the Lord. Broken. Silent. Exposed. And deeply, deeply, deeply loved.
I’m just honestly thankful that you read this far in my little blah blah blah blah blog.