True Confessions

  • So. It’s been like three weeks since I’ve posted anything here at the blog.
  • I won’t ask if you’ve noticed because I’m afraid you probably haven’t.
  • I know you probably haven’t because I hadn’t, not until I began this post (such as it is).
  • I have felt the need to post something other than the melodramatic nostalgia that has marked the bulk of my emotional state here lately.
  • Hence no posting.
  • Blog pundits recommend avoiding excessive navel gazing so my posting reticence is really wise blogging. You’re welcome.
  • I find coming back to the blog to be difficult after a few days’ (weeks’) unplanned hiatus. Is that weird?
  • I currently have 286 unread emails in my mailbox. 
  • It is a safe assumption that 284 of them are from the likes of Eddie Bauer, LOFT, amazon, and other such online retail outlets.
  • I get a nearly daily email from Toys R Us and/or Babies R Us though I have never ordered anything from either site. 
  • I don’t think I’m their target demographic.
  • I cannot believe it’s nearly September. 
  • I am glad. Summer has seemed long this year, even longer than usual.
  • Summer is my least favorite season. We’ve enjoyed some unusually cool temperatures the past several days which makes me all the more eager for fall.
  • I love fall.
  • I miss my college student.
  • Someone asked how the Big Move went. I said it was both better and worse than I expected.
  • Though at the moment I can’t remember which part is better than I expected.
  • I’ve been moving around the boys’ rooms. My younger two have shared a room for years so with my oldest son’s room recently unoccupied all brothers are now the proud residents of a room of their own. 
  • It’s been quite a job, much bigger than I anticipated. So much junk to sort through and clean out!
  • And the dust! My younger two had a shelf along one wall, up high above the window. I can’t remember the last time I dusted up there.
  • Let’s just say the dust? It was of measurable depth.
  • Nothing makes me hate myself more like cleaning up and cleaning out.
  • Have I mentioned what a sorry housekeeper I am?
  • In other news, I’ve been reminded–in sudden sharpness–how hard it is being a grown up. 
  • Sometimes I miss the eager idealism of my young adult years.
  • Who knew life would become so difficult and confusing? 
  • I am thankful for the sovereign goodness of my faithful Lord.
  • I am also grateful for the privilege of prayer and for the promise that the Lord hears and answers and provides according to His riches in Jesus Christ. He who did not spare His own Son but gave Him up for us all, will He not freely give us all things?
  • I am trusting the Lord for the all things we have in Christ. And I know He will show Himself faithful. He is good!
  • I am very excited and a little overwhelmed about the launch of Out of the Ordinary, a group blog venture I am undertaking with five fellow bloggers. Bookmark the site and check back in a couple of weeks. We plan to begin after Labor Day!
  • I am also very excited and not-just-a-little overwhelmed about teaching a community Bible study. It too begins in September. I waffle back and forth between excited eagerness and nearly debilitating nervousness. Both of which are good because out of my eagerness my passion is fueled and out of my nervousness my dependence on the Spirit intensified!
  • I need the Lord desperately!

Author: Lisa Spence

Wife, mother, Bible teacher, bibliophile, occasional blogger

5 thoughts on “True Confessions”

  1. Lisa–so glad to see you are writing (publicly) again! I just want to tell you that I love your writing. It is so vulnerable, and good (how's that for a descriptive word)!

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