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Rest.

One of my favorite things about blogging is the fact that it gives me this very easy format to look back on my life. I can go over to my archives, pull up a month and read where I was and what I was doing at the time. The longer I blog, the more profound these online retrospections become. They bring stories that would have normally been forgotten back to mind and remind me of the struggles, joys and beauty of everyday life.

As anyone who's blogged for any length of time knows, there are seasons to blogging. There are times when the blog is amazing. Words flow from my fingers and subject matter is abundant. I'm fun to read, full of insight, and have the time and energy to take and post well composed and edited photos that enhance each story. That's when blogging is really fun. I'm on the proverbial roll.

And then there are the other times. Times when I know I should post, but have nothing to say. When life just seems SO blah and my brain can't think of anything at all to share.

Lately, it's been the latter, here at Thoughts From the Deep Recesses.

And it's been this way for several months.

I woke up early this morning and was thinking through my day. Quite honestly, one of the first things that ran through my head was "Thank goodness I posted a Tuesday Ten yesterday - I don't have to blog today."

I caught myself. Why has blogging become such a chore?

So I pondered that for a bit.

And I thought through some of my best blogging - which I believe happened through our whole experience with Tejan.

And then it hit me.

Those months of deep, insightful posts full of sometimes overwhelming emotion and desperate crying out to God? Those were great, but they were exhausting.

And this boring, not very insightful past few months of posts?

Well, those are the grace of a God who knows me SO well and knows that I needed rest.

I've been struggling with feeling like a boring blogger, and all along God's been giving me a boring, easy, simple, soothing and calm life because I went through eight months of difficult, challenging life-changing involvement with an orphan from Africa.

I guess He thought I needed a break.

So while four months of sort of unispiring posts may have left me (and you) wanting, I see now that it was just my sweet Savior, once again knowing my needs way better than I do, and giving me exactly what my soul craved.

Rest. Normalcy. Routine.

A sabbatical from the kind of stuff that prompts great blogging.

And yet, looking back, the past four months of posts have been great.

Because they highlight the very things I needed.

Track meets.
Family reunions.
Crochet projects.
Earrings that were lost and then found.
Crazy bird stories.
Mosquito bites.
Bloomsday.


No doctors appointments or surgeries or heart wrenching struggles with loving a boy from another continent...

And that's okay.

Because obviously, I needed a rest.

So today I'll blog another little alter to the goodness of a God who knows me better than I know myself.

And we'll just see what I blog about tomorrow... and the next day... and the next.

"Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28

Comments

  1. How beautiful dear friend. I am deeply appreciative that God knows me better than I know myself. :) AND loves us all so much.

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  2. Boring posts? Where? I don't see any.

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  3. Anonymous6:27 PM

    Ditto what Kelly said!

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  4. Cathy - I don't find your posts boring.
    but I understand what you mean about rest. I feel the exact same way about blogging sometimes.
    But then I hear from my the out of towners who like to keep up with us and start up again.

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