Well. There’s really no doubt about it. I am still blest. I still have four sons and I am beyond thrilled to be their mom… even if at lunch today one of them thought that using his hand to spread peanut butter was a good idea…
I’m still married. It’s been an extremely hard time for us, but praise God there’s some hope there. Through the faithful prayers of many, many people…probably more than I know…God is working on both of us. And that’s all I’m gonna say about that right now.
I’m still a Christian…though I have definitely been walking around in the valley of the shadow of doubt for awhile. I still believe. I can’t help it. No virtue on my part, I’m sure. God is faithful whether I am or not.
But am I still “Blest”? As in, am I still the woman who wrote here….it seems like a lifetime and a coupla identities ago. I have changed SO much in the past few years….
But I feel stirring within me the urge to write again. The urge to think and talk about the things of God again. And yes…to BLOG again…
But I don’t know if it should be here…or if it’s time to start over with a new name.
Hm.