***Edited: Friday, September 26th to make this a normal post. Finally got to fix my blog!***
Thanks to my buddy Amanda who actually called my house yesterday, I realized I’d better post. She mentioned something about it already being a month — and I thought, surely it hasn’t been that long. But, yes, it has.
This is not a normal post. It seems my blog is mad at me for not visiting it for awhile. When I tried to log in this morning, it wouldn’t let me in. Doodle and I are heading to the beach this morning with Grandma. Duck’s staying home because he’s on call at work. So, fixing my own blog will have to wait until I return. I’m typing this in the actual template — that’ll teach my blog to act up.
The reason I haven’t posted here is really because I have been going through an identity crisis. Who am I? What exactly should I write? There are so many other cooler writers than me out there, why bother? Ok, so I guess I’ve thrown a pity party for myself too.
Truth be told, I feel anything but “simply His” and felt so incredibly bad everytime I thought about coming here to post — because I must be spiritual or encouraging or inspiring. All the things I have not felt like being.
About a month and a half ago, the pastor at the church we were visiting turned in his resignation. He felt God calling him to a church back in TN. Can’t argue with God calling him back, it just sucked because we liked him, a lot. We were back to visiting again, and again — except we stopped going for awhile. That and no quiet time can really drag a person down into the dumps. That’s where I’ve been
We visited a church last Sunday and it was nice. I don’t know that it’s “the church” for us right now, but it was good to be in a place to hear God’s Word. Doodle and I will be at the beach and so we probably won’t go to church this weekend, but it’s a start back in the right direction.
So, unfortunately you will not be able to leave comments on this post because it’s not actually a post. Feel free to rag me on the post below if you’d like, and I’ll get back with you next week. Maybe I’ll even write some posts while I’m at the beach — since I’ll have *gasp* no internet access all weekend. Geez, how do people do it?
