I have a confession to make: My houseplants are dead. All of them. Three years ago I would shutter at the thought. I spent much time and energy watering them, feeding them, pruning them, placing them in and out of sun as needed. I loved them. But here we are. I am now the owner of several dead, though once magnificent houseplants. And these are hearty houseplants too!
So please take your collective sigh of relief that I am not a parent.
I figure if I can’t properly care for houseplants I would be in trouble with children.
Anyway. My houseplants are dead. My blog is dusty. My flat is a mess. I’m currently sick…again. This pretty much sums things up as of late.
So where have I been? I’ve been here, but unable to write much worth posting. My off-line life has been full. There are major transitions coming down the pike with my ministry, and these require both time and emotional energy. The past few months, I have had little of the former, and almost none of the latter.
Beginning in Lent, I have been somewhat hit or miss here, which is not the way that I like to be. I typically have thought of myself as dependable. For me, writing is both freeing and taxing. It is a requirement for me to live and experience life, but it is work, work that requires a great deal of mental and emotional energy, which I have been lacking as of late.
My hope is that soon I will be able to offer to you something rich, deep, and meaningful. So thanks, readers, for hanging with me through these thin times. If you’re of the praying type, say a prayer for me too. God knows I need them.