The house is quiet. I fully intended to turn on the television and watch a movie on Netflix. I couldn’t get the nagging thought out of my head, “what are you publishing in the newsletter this week?” We’ve been throwing around several ideas, without landing on anything specific. Can you say procrastination? Before the stress of our current circumstances set in, I had topics planned out in advance. Those days are gone, now that my brain has turned to mush. *Side note: women over forty weren’t meant to lose multiple nights of sleep*
A quiet room + heightened emotions + a laptop is a scary combination for this writer.
You guys have BLOWN me away with your love for last week’s post. Your loving support of me and JP is overwhelming. Please know I do not take it for granted. Another thing that surprised me were the messages I received thanking me for “being real.” At the end of the day, I guess that’s all any of us want. Real. So. While we’re in the emotional trenches, we might as well dig into another topic that has taken up residence in my heart this year.
Church.
Still there? Don’t let that scare you off. Two things are true of this post:
You might not agree with me.
It’s okay if you don’t agree with me.
I am going share with you what I’ve been wrestling with lately. I’m gonna be real.