While I'm away, I plan to live like Laura Ingalls; read lots of awesome books (to myself and to the children), hone my (puny a55) skills of being present. I'll pray that this separation is short and thank God that I don't also have to wring the necks of any chickens for dinner. I will become better acquainted with our libraries and also with my children, and maybe even the vacuum cleaner. (It's been weeks since we've had a chat.) Who knows?! I don't know when it'll happen exactly... but I don't think I have much longer. In some ways I'd rather be without a car than without the internet, but life does go on. (Oh blah dee, oh blah dah)
I'll check my email and maybe even be able to do a little facebooking here and there when I can, via my Hubsproviders iPhone or the library computer, but blogging will come to a standstill, with the exception of the outside chance of being able to post on occasion.
I'm saying all this so that if I "disappear", you know where I've gone. I'm probably in the hill country making daisy chain wreaths to garnish my children's heads, or whipping up a fresh batch of homemade soup and artisan bread. Well, that, or I'm shaking and crying in the corner, with a foul case of the dt's. I'll be doing one of those.
Either way, I didn't want to leave you hanging.
My friend Robyn likes to say, "life gets lifey". We've entered into one of "those" seasons. I keep telling my heart, "Thus far, the Lord has helped us", because it's true. He has, and my heart needs reminding. I'm trying to trust what I cannot see, and distrust what I do. And breathe. I'm trying to just breathe.
The internet, cable... that's just "stuff". We all KNOW it's just stuff, but this doing without it, this is where the rubber meets the road. I'd be lying if I said it doesn't make my stomach turn, but if it gives me what I really want, then it's all worth it. It is well worth it.
...and now I'm off to grow some happiness under my feet. Wish me luck.