It's July the 6th.
Six months ago my good friend suddenly lost her husband. It's crazy to think it has been half a year.
HALF a year.
I had so much hope that this year was going to be different and drama free--but actually, just more challenges have continued to pile up. Spring got here and it was way heavy.
The end of the school year was very stressful. I was wiped out. Completely pooped. I figured--it's perfectly acceptable to just DO NOTHING for a spell. You know, catch my breath. It's summer, man.
Hence, this blog has been silent this summer.
What I failed to realize, though, is when we let our guard down--even for a second--it leaves a crack, a space, a window, or door wide open for the dark side to slither in.
I've allowed The Sloth, The Glutton and The Distraction to enter my home and set up camp in the living room.
Without even blinking, I've wasted the summer away sleeping, sitting, drinking and drinking and eating and eyes glued to a screen. Now, doing those things in moderation--with a forcible grip on the reigns isn't so bad. It's when you let go completely of the reigns. . . when you relinquish the control. That's where I am.
I'm out of control. My kids are out of control. (Not in a terribly bad way to most on the outside looking in, but to this God-fearing Mama--I'm way out of line.)
So. What's the next step?
Well, it begins with remembering that all is not lost. All is not ruined. You know, that glass half full thing: half empty or half full? There is still HALF a year. There is still HALF of the summer left. My God--the ONE I cling to--is in the business of making all things new. Turning it all around. Fill up my glass God!!!
And the most glorious thing: it can start anytime. Like 5:47 on July the 6th.
“Forget the former things;
do not dwell on the past.
See, I am doing a new thing!
Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness
and streams in the wasteland." ISAIAH 43:18-19