Gabe came home from work last night and said, “I was hoping you’d have another blog post up today…”
I shoved the turkey meatloaf in the oven and muttered, “Yeah, well, I have nothing to write about.”
He gave me a stern look that said, “We both know that’s balderdash.”
And it is. But I’ve been in a bad mood. And feeling sorry for myself. And mad at people. People who have done nothing to deserve my wrath.
The good news? I figured out this morning that I’ve been trying to do life on my own. That I was assuming it was just a given that I needed God’s help but didn’t necessarily want to humble myself enough to ask. The past few days have been a long string of failures–bad moods–pity parties–throwing my hands up and sighing.
Spent some time in humble repentance/praying for others/reading Nehemiah.
And I do want to get back into a blogging groove, but I’m not sure where to start.
I’m open to suggestions. More photos from Cambodia? More about what we did while we were there? Homeschooling update? Why I don’t give two hoots about the Republican Nominee Hoopla? What our future might look like? Why I quit Pinterest just as the rest of the world was climbing on board? Why I cringe anytime I think about one of the books I wrote?
No promises, but I’d rather write about what YOU care about than what I do.