I'm telling myself, "i told you so" repeatedly as I had to think hard to remember what my blog is even called. yes, it's true, i haven't posted in almost 4 months nor have I even looked at my own blog. Those 4 months since I last posted have brought so much, way too much, and
1 - now we're moving (again, for the 6th time in less than 5 years of marriage) to Charlottesville,
2 - house hunting (is this even a good idea?),
3 - trying to figure out like everyone else what the heck is going on with the economy and why we ever thought debt was a good idea (doesn't the good book say something about this?)
4 - trying to hold down a high-stress job in downtown Boston full-time, with a full-time commute, cold weather approaching, etc. where they made an unprecedented decision and laid off some people in the last week...
5 - applying for Master's degree programs in Mental Health which is really exciting and hopeful and scary
6 - job-hunting for Charlottesville jobs and applying here and there
7 - trying to eat healthily
8 - completing some regular yoga poses to release the stress, relax and once-in-a-while BREATH
9 - hanging on, in the midst of the storm to some semblance of who I am, who God is calling me to be, to my marriage
10 - supporting Evan through 5 master's level classes (really, this was NOT a good idea) when he spends his days, his studies in ways I don't understand,
11 - did I mention the whole house hunting and the fact that in the next 6-8 weeks we're taking two trips (driving) down to Charlottesville and back...
Wow, I guess when I write it all down, it's no surprise I haven't updated my blog, haven't been regular (despite an insane amount of fiber in my diet), feel stressed, am not sleeping well, and all the old symptoms (which I'm pumping chemicals into my body to "fix") are returning.
Anyway, I hope you find yourself in a better state than I and reading this email doesn't make you tense and nerbus (spelling intentional).
At church (which is worth several blog posts in and of itself) we've been praying an old Celtic prayer for a number of weeks...
Each line begins "Come I this day..." and it helps to get me in the posture to remember that I am coming to Jesus, to the Spirit, to the Father and that the only way I can come, is the way I am. I can't make myself be anything else, be in a different place, be more holy, be more clean, or more energetic, or more joyful, or more healthy, or anything really. I can only come (as the weary and heavy laden).... What a beautiful, often repeated in Scripture word, "Come."
