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Golly. I didn't intend to go off the radar. In the midst of blogging a five-week series I ran into technical difficulties. I'd just completed Week 3. It didn't post, didn't save, didn't anything. I tried again. Still, nothing.
Thanksgiving was fast approaching, and I was scheduled to help my siblings pack up the house of my deceased stepmother to prepare for an estate sale. She was diagnosed with brain, lung, and liver cancer the second week of June. She died on the 28th of August. I never mentioned this, but my father passed away seventeen months ago. A botched surgery took his life, and suffice to say, it was heart breaking.
They were married 40 years. That's a lot of history to sort through. Mountains--valleys. And it's why I disappeared. A lot of good goes on in my life. But packing up my parent's things has taken a toll on me. I wasn't prepared for the waves of emotion. How odd it is to sort through and pack up personal items. It's not all dishes and bath towels. (I'm learning as I go.)
With this confession I offer my sincere apologies for going silent. I have a lot to grieve and a lot to love about my life. I think between now and the New Year, I'll take a little break and practice what I preach: Self-care.
I'll have something to say again. It's me. Of course I will. But some things in life need to marinate before they become sources of encouragement to others. Some things require contemplative prayer for the rooting of solid truth and peace that surpasses all understanding.
I pray for you this Advent and Christmas Season. I wish you peace and good and JOY. Please take the time to read and re-read the last two blogs on self-care. They are not to be skimmed over or taken lightly. Consider puting into practice just one suggestion from the week titled: value. (scroll down to read)
Look at me, already all out of words. I remember when I was numb. When I couldn't cry. Today, the ability to grieve is a gift. I will hold it tenderly as Love shapes my faith through trials.
Peace to you, friend,
Published on Tuesday, December 12, 2017 @ 1:21 PM CDT