I am so exhausted, I can’t write.
But wait. I. am. writing. My fingers are moving on a keyboard. But little, with as little exertion as possible.
I am so fatigued I can barely think.
Husband has gone out for take-out.
I thought I was long past reaching beyond my limits, pushing myself further than my body could sensibly attain. I thought I had learned when time to stop had arrived, and that I would stop, and simply draw aside with Him, or do some quiet thing.
No, still driven. To distraction. To the point where now I must lose a day to gain my breath and stamina and equilibrium and get on with the next thing. I feel embarrassed, foolish, vain.
I have about five post starts in my head, and one post nearly done on computer. But I got interrupted by pleasant surprises and busy ambitions, and in I dived, over my head…
So, instead of those posts, this. This for dearly beloved cyber-friends, who got concerned at a previous gap when my posts weren’t appearing as usual. You astonished me with God’s love shed abroad in your hearts and emails. I find amazing this thing that can happen in blogging communities, where new friendships arise from who-knows-where, maybe even continents apart, and yet draw close in Him.
I feel I need to let you know: I’ll be back! All is well but this deep fatigue. I’m happy a-plenty. I’m just physically wiped out.
Yet there are so many reasons to praise Him. In my personal journal, I’ve already counted 735, backed by scripture, and I don’t think I’ll run out of new ones anytime soon. I’ll be copying some into a coming post. Shortly, God willing.
Blessings to all. You are all blessings to me.