I'm in one of those pathetic "funks" that causes me
to tell myself NO ONE is wondering, but in case you are...
I'm still among the living even though it's been two weeks since I last posted here.
Perhaps you've imagined that I went through with my desire to heist the
beauties from camp that I photographed and have now been in "the clink" for 14 days...
not so. (not this time.)
I have been back at camp, though, this time in the kitchen baking up a storm.
It was a challenge, but in a really good, life-giving kind of way.
I really do enjoy working with my hands,
even when they ache by the end of the day.
This back-and-forth to camp has been really hard for me this year.
Maybe it's my age...
do people really struggle this much in the second half of the 30s?
Anyway, as I've been catching up on all the fun blog posts I've missed in the last week,
I've begun to sink a little....alot.
Perhaps I should have done this after I was little better rested.
If you're reading this, I probably don't need to explain why and what I mean.
so i won't.
If you're reading this, you will understand why Lysa Terkeurst's post spoke to my heart
as though the Lord Himself reached across and took my hand,
gently patting it and reminding me of His endless love and approval of me,
just the way He made me.
If you're struggling like I am, maybe you want to head over for some good encouragement,
and the challenge to "get prayed up" today.
Go on over and have a cup of coffee with Lysa at: