Nada

I have no good excuse, and I apologize for my two month absence. I didn't realize I had been gone so long.

Ok, I no longer have my thyroid. So, there is that. Summer started; which means I gain free time and lose structure.

Today, my news is that I think I used an illustration from my life in a sermon that I had used before. Argh. I have no proof of this, but just an inkling as I began to tell it. Professional hazard and bad habit of being a supply preacher (never in the same congregation on a given Sunday...get sloppy.) So, that is a bit embarrassing...if only to me.

Last night my husband labeled us the Postal Carriers of House Hunting. I still laugh as I think about it. As the town grew dark with thunder clouds around 7:30pm, I urged us on to drive by a house. Rain began. Leaves and untamed garbage cans flew across the street. Rain pounded down. It came from the north and when we turned towards it, the streets around us looked very much like the ones Al Roker stands on in a hurricane, clutching a stop sign as a lifesaver.
We pressed on to the house.
It was absurd.
My obsession with house hunting is nearing a frantic level.

And what I realized as we risked flood waters and backed up streets, is that perhaps I should find some calm in this storm to just be grateful and find contentment.

I like our house. I want to be grateful about it. I don't really want to pack up boxes or load a van. I just have a new hobby. One I am apparently very dedicated to.

I'll be back...sooner than later.