People, I am so loved. So taken care of. So protected.
I’ve been running myself ragged the past few weeks, trying to cram as much goodness as possible into my last weeks at home. I’ve visited dear friends, worked lots of (early morning) hours at the coffeeshop, drank too much coffee, stayed up late for Tuesday game nights, and watched my way too-adorable-for-her-own-good niece on my days off. Continue reading →
I have so many unpublished blog posts I’ve written in the past couple weeks sitting in the queue that I could send into cyberspace tonight. My computer and my journal are full of words, and there’s even more thoughts flying through my head and my heart. But I’m having trouble hitting the publish button. So for now, those blogs will stay in the queue.
I haven’t been writing much lately. It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that I can count the number of weeks I have left at home on one hand, and there are so many other things I’d rather spend my time doing.
Like making coffee at 6 a.m. for all my favorite regulars.
I’ve been stuck in the 23rd Psalm lately. Its comfort and its promises are soothing, are filling me with peace. The past couple days I have been especially struck by this line:
“He guides me in straight paths for His Name’s sake.”
A book I’m reading by Rabbi Harold Kushner says the Hebrew phrase “straight paths” has a more complex meaning than the English translation conveys. In Hebrew, “straight paths” literally means “roundabout ways that end up in the right direction.”
Earlier this week, my two-year-old niece and I made banana bread together. I would measure out the ingredients and she would pour them into the bowl. Flour, sugar, salt, oil, vanilla. She smiled as she dumped the ingredients together and looked concerned when we spilled flour on the counter and on our clothes. “It’s okay, Abby,” I said as I brushed the floury evidence from her shirt. “You mom will never have to know,” I smiled and whispered. Continue reading →