Drought. Busy-ness. Routines started and dropped. A general inability to put words into sentences into coherent thoughts that someone might actually want to read. That’s been the last several months of my life.
But now I’m looking towards a new chapter. One where the hectic pace is a touch calmer, where streams flow through the desert, and where I put words together again. One where I have time for play with my kids. One that includes a semi-retirement for my spouse…which means he’s working a sixty hour work week instead of an eighty hour work week. One where park days, movie nights and snuggle time is a part of the routine. One in which I remember:
The LORD your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing. (Zephaniah 3:17 ESV)