Well. It has sure been a while since I've shown up in this space. As my fingers fumble to find the keys and my mind struggles to find the right words, I must say that it is good to be back here.
I like to think of this little blog as a place for happy things - the things in this life that my family and I enjoy and that just seem to flow the right way. That's often how it is in blogland, isn't it? It's much easier to share our two-dimensional lives and leave out the less desirable details that fill in all of the gaps in between. Bloggers are frequently criticized for this - for painting their worlds so rosy that it can almost be painful to read, or in the very least make the rest of us wonder what in the heck we are doing wrong!
But I defend the always sunny, not-a-cloud-in-the-sky stature of these said bloggers, myself included. Who wants to write about the bad stuff? Their own bad stuff? For many people, blogs are glorified on-line journals and scrapbooks. I dare say that I've never once thumbed through someone's paper scrapbook to find spreads of the four-year-old's tantrum in the grocery store, the week the entire family had the stomach flu at the same time, or the fender bender that turned into a four-digit dent in the bank account.
Have you? No, we share the good times, the happy times...the ones we want to remember. We pick and we choose.
This summer, our world became largely topsy-turvy in more ways than one. We were living in raw and complicated three-dimensions. Blogging...words and pictures on a computer screen...just didn't feel like the right thing to do.
And we are holding on.
But life, as it always so faithfully does, moves forward. God in His goodness still holds us close. There is still laughter. There is learning and there are lessons and beds to be made and laundry to be folded. There is a witty 6th grader and a dreamy 3rd grader. There is a new kindergartner who adores his new role as student. There is an almost two-year-old who lightens any mood at any time, simply because she is sunshine all packaged up.
And do you know what? This week, our sweet little flock of six laying ladies gave us their very first eggs. I am both surprised by and thankful for the hope and energy that a single, tiny chicken egg brings.
So there you have it, a two-dimensional picture of an egg in a three-dimensional life. That's the way it always is.
Friends, I do hope you are well. It's good to be back.