Look what the cat dragged in

I’ve been MIA.

What started out as writer’s block (and would have been a perfectly valid reason for taking a break), turned into author’s apathy, both of which were compounded by a facebook addiction, my return to work, a change or ten in family dynamics, and having my second seizure in a seven month span.  Not cool.  I’ve taken a bit longer bouncing back from the seizure, and though I look “okay” on the outside, my thought processes have been glitchy and blank, which has made it just about impossible to form a coherent thought from start to finish, which has caused me to feel vulnerable in my relationships and attempts at conversation, which have taught me a new coping strategy, being quiet.  I’m still learning.

I did get to add significantly to my prayer journal, I’ll share some of that in the next little bit.  I wish I could say all of my time was productive, but I do feel that I have had a pretty good rest, even if it was self-imposed.

The past couple days, I’ve felt the familiar pinging of ideas, questions, ponderings, and connections being made in my little brain, and so, since I process best by verbalizing (or writing), I decided to get over myself, and celebrate the first Sunday of advent by attempting to get some of it into some decent blog content.


That reminds me.

Happy Advent!

God’s Children Coming Home

I love the mental images in this post. You will be blessed to read it too.

Living the Reality of Jesus

Isn’t is wonderful when our children and grandchildren come home for a visit?  How we anticipate their arrival and cannot wait to see them in our driveway.  So much so, when they arrive we run out to greet them, barely letting them get out of their vehicle. 

If there are grandchildren in the car I know myself, I am unbuckling car seat belts, and almost yanking those precious babies out of there.  I cannot wait to place them in my arms and give away the biggest hug I can.  After a moment I realize, “Oh yes, they have parents standing there,” and the hugs start all over. 

They come in and all is settled, the sandwich treys come out, the snacks, and drinks.  We sit there laughing and talking.  The grandbabies. . .  We can never see anything wrong in them.  Everything they do is “cute.”  (Ever notice that?)  One of my…

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