I writing this morning, not because I have anything of interest to share, but because after nearly ten years of blogging, I don't want to stop. I've loved writing my thoughts and happenings, enjoyed making new friends, and found it therapudic, but lately the words don't flow.
I feel a little lost in life right now and am not entirely certain how or where to find myself again. Perhaps it's empty nest syndrome, but my house isn't exactly empty. That smiling child has come to stay for a few months and I've been blessed this week to have him smile and "talk" to me. We're making friends with each other and that is a wonderful thing.
The Naughtiest discovered Christmas ornaments this morning, particularly one that is actually a little gold bell, like the kind Zantac (Go, spellcheck!) gave the boy in "Polar Express." Now the fun begins... We're going to try hanging one on a knob away from the tree to see if that will help. I know. Don't count on it.
What I'd really like to do right now is stay home and paint an army of snowmen. I have enough fence pieces, but not enough free time at home. This little guy is at Hannah's house waiting for her to come home.
I am a work in the hands of the Master Potter. I pray that His fingerprints are all over me as I walk through this life. This is my journey. Thank you, Jesus, for not giving up on me.
I am mom to seven beautiful grown ups and grandma to ten beautiful grandchildren.