There is a season for everything. A season to blog, and a season to not blog. I am busy beyond description in relationships and reading. This is clearly not my time to blog.
Yet, I have much to say. Even more, I have a great need to slow down and process everything. Which is where blogging often helps.
For the past two weeks, I've been fighting to stay involved with friends, celebrate the holidays, work effectively during busy shifts, and fighting the flu. Basically, treading wildly below to keep my head above the water. I'm recovered, and am now staring down the cold, steel barrel of a gun of things that need to be done to get ready for the upcoming events of this weekend, next week and the week after. All important stuff. I nearly had a panic attack earlier today, in which I said to myself, pull it together. Trust God. He's the one in control, not me. In the meantime, just do the next thing.
Last year, Dennis was predicting that we would be stretched out more than ever. And he was right. So far, God has been faithful. He has held us and our endeavors together.
So, I'm praying more. Having longer quiet times. Reading good stuff. Extending ourselves more in hospitality. Connecting deeper with friends. Blogging less.