Withdrawals.

I can NOT believe it has been two full weeks since I posted something on the blog.  And as it is Sunday afternoon already, I figured I should get on it!  I have been having blogging withdrawals.  I have been cranky and whiny and extremely reluctant to do anything.  All I want to do is write...all I want to do is type...all I want to do is take time to reflect on the week's happenings, and I haven't had time to do that.  And I can tell.  It is slightly shocking to me to see how much that affects my day to day life.

My caring and compassionate husband has been extremely task oriented lately.  He is fairly task oriented but normally I win that title without even having to truly compete with him.  He has all sorts of projects he is working on and he has needed a helper for the majority of those projects.  And guess who his helper has been??  ME!  And I have been so reluctant to help him, and trust me, I haven't been shy to hide that!  I mean I don't kick and scream, but I might as well...maybe my reluctance is displayed more through my nonverbal cues and my true reluctance to put my shoes on, bundle up with a coat, and step outside.  All I want to do is stay inside and clean the house and fold laundry...and WRITE.  That's not too much to ask is it?  (These are usually the exact words out of my mouth every single time he asks for my assistance with something - isn't that just terrible?)

And the reality is...I have a hard time serving him when I haven't been able to serve myself first.  I mean if he just gave me an ENTIRE day to write and read, then maybe I would be willing to help him for an hour of that ENTIRE day.  Sounds so selfish doesn't it?  Probably because it is!

I mean the poor guy is doing stuff around OUR house - not HIS house, OURS, and I can't seem to serve him and help him with a grateful heart.  That's pretty ugly if you ask me.

So yes, I have been absent these past few weeks from the blogging world, and I have been truly suffering from withdrawals, but God has been faithful and He has been refining me within those ugly moments and my husband has been so gracious.  Thank GOODNESS for that!

Stay tuned this week - I have all sorts of pictures, projects, recipes and thoughts I have been simply DYING to post!

Writing.

It has been awhile since I have posted so many blog posts...but I had a bit of a revelation last night when I was sitting at the feet of some of my absolute FAVORITE people...and we were talking about ways we encounter Christ. For some its through prayer, for others its through quiet time and reading scripture...and for me its through writing...and also prayer..but really through writing.

I really love to write...maybe that's because it's extremely therapeautic to me? I really don't know why I love it so much, but I just do. It truly is that simple...I lose control of myself when I write and I feel as though my fingers simply type or write the true feelings upon my heart. I don't give my words too much thought...I just write. It's that simple. Can I say that enough?

Writing forces me to reflect, to ponder my thoughts and my feelings. Writing forces me to rest and to put things into perspective. Writing forces me to sit at the feet of God. I feel at rest when I write...I feel at ease knowing that my thoughts and the feelings upon my heart are being put into words...words that articulate my very being. When I take the time to sit down and write something...to stew over my thoughts in order to put them into words..I feel satisfied. I feel at peace. I feel rested. I feel close to God.

And when I don't take the time to write...to process my thoughts...to put things into perspective...I feel distant from God. I feel dissatisfied. l feel restless.

So I have vowed to change this cycle...this cycle of writing...of not writing...and instead I am going to attempt to be consistent with this longing in hopes of experiencing a closeness with God that right about now feels fairly foreign. So writing draws me into a space whereby I feel close to God...where my spirit finds rest. What is it for you? How does your spirit find rest?