I’m finally back to write. It’s not that I haven’t tried; I did. I began the most emotionally moving post I’ve ever attempted, honestly. And I sort of fell apart. That can happen. It’s the fruit on the tree that has formed and plumped up, but it’s too green.
Green bananas have that “squeaky feel” on your teeth, you know? Green strawberries are hard and bitter. Green tomatoes can be different, if fried, I suppose. Perhaps a little batter, heat, and oil is what’s needed on my little draft that sits, lonely, in the darkness on the back side of Fragrant Grace where you can’t see. I’ll work on it.
In either case, the entry I’ve written or the one I’ve yet to write, neither was going to be easy. In the “dash between the dates” called life, there are those occasional memories and thoughts—moguls impersonating mountains. They aren’t that big, really, but somehow I’ve got a magnifying glass on them, or something. They just stop me for a while.
I’m not going to let them stop me for long. I’m not that kind of girl. I just need a little time to process.
And maybe that’s what blogging is about sometimes. It’s the pause, the wrestle, and then the flow.
I’m still here, and I hope you all are, too. I miss interacting with my friends here each time I walk away from the keyboard having hit the “Save Draft” or “Move to Trash” button. Thankfully, I’m confident these things in my heart will work their way around to grace and peace, ready to be shared.
There is grace to wait. I’m sure of it.
Have you ever been in this place of waiting? What was helpful to move beyond it for you?
Be blessed, everyone!