If you could
see me right now, I’m sorta cowering down with my tail between my legs. I feel THAT BAD for letting my blog go
neglected the past couple of months. I never EVER thought it would come to this. I always MADE time for writing before, so what gives?! Do I have time
management issues. (Yes. Highly likely. Among other issues.)
Life ebbs and
flows, I’ve discovered. Some seasons are slightly more full than others. And I
do believe I’m in a very full season. This, however, doesn’t fly well with me.
I’m a big fan of freedom, of wide-open spaces, of not being confined and
imprisoned and stuck.
Otherwise, why did Jesus set us free? So
we would be free. That’s basically it. He emancipated us from everything that
imprisons because freedom is its own reward. To
hear the Bible tell it, Christians should be the freest, most unstuck,
unrestricted, liberated people breathing air.
(Also, to the
dear teachers out there, thank you for the bazillion hours you invest in our
kids, but we need to make a deal that after April testing, we assign no more
projects and/or homework. K? K.)
The one and
only social media outlet I appear to be most loyal to, is Instagram. There’s a
bond between me and a camera, yes. And I guarantee you, it’s still me. It’s still my real life. It’s still the usual
stuff moms deal with – kitchen sink overrun by dishes, toddler drawings on
the wall, someone having a meltdown in Target.
So, please,
come visit me on Instagram when you’re taking a break in your day. I will still
be sharing much of the same as you experience here, with maybe fewer words and
more hashtags.
XOXO
