I Couldn’t Even Log In

It has been so long since I cracked my website, I forgot how to get in here. True story. I panicked a little until I figured it out. I have thought about it almost daily, and really missed blogging. And writing. Even the book writing came to a screeching halt in 2015. A whole lot of life happened in 2015. And I have been dying to tell a few people.

So here I am at 1:52 a.m. re-introducing myself. This is what happens to me when I go to bed early. I fall asleep and start to get the unimaginable great night’s sleep, only to be awakened a few hours into it. Since I have already been asleep for a while, my mind is thinking, “Hey, let’s party.” Here I sit in the dead silence of the night, sipping cold hot tea, something bland called “Bedtime” and listening to 80’s Love Songs on Pandora on my phone. You just gotta appreciate Michael Bolton crooning “How am I supposed to live without you….” at 2am. Some might say that is the only time they appreciate him. Different topic though.

When life happened multiple times last year, and every day became just about getting through that day, I stopped blogging, but I stressed about it daily for months. I didn’t want to start again until I thought I could stick with it on a regular basis. It all made me a big, fat stressball. And life was already making me a big, fast stressball. So I stayed away from it. But missed connecting with people all over the world.

And every day in 2016 thus far, I have sworn to myself that “today is the day” I would start again. It only took 41 days into the year. BUT, I am giving myself permission to not stress if I get inconsistent. Because I have learned that lightning does strike twice sometimes. I look forward to hearing from you again if you are still reading. And thanks for sticking it out, too.

I do have plenty to share in the future about our last year, but this I do want to say now. Despite the unbelievably scary things that happened to rock me to my very core, 2015 was a really, really good year. Not because bad things didn’t happen, because they certainly did. But because at the end of 2015, all 6 of us were still intact and still together. My little family had made it through 2015. Solely on God’s grace and goodness. But made it nonetheless.

God doesn’t have to prove anything to me, but He still does anyway. He owes me nothing, and yet He still gives me so much. I hope that I somehow can illustrate in my future stories that every thing in our lives, past, present and future, are only because He has chosen to be good to us. I pray every word I type is coated with the message He still sits on the throne and He loves His children madly. Our little family of 6 is living, breathing, and thriving proof of that.

Well, I guess Bon Jovi is a good time to wrap this up and hope my tea has kicked in. He is “Wanted, Dead or Alive” you know.

 

2 thoughts on “I Couldn’t Even Log In

  1. To the lady from Australia who emailed me last spring, would you email me through here again? I want to reconnect with you but do not have your email address anymore. I hope you see this!

  2. Kia says:

    Welcome back. Your words have been missed.

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