I’m slowly working on writing a post about being raised Amish Mennonite* and what it taught me. It’s been an interesting subject to think about, especially after five years of living outside an Amish Mennonite community. Spoiler alert: I’m still very Amish-y.
But writing is hard to get done these days, with a precious and fragile little girl in my arms. Added to all the normal mothering duties that keep me busy is the work of making this child feel safe and welcome.
I remind myself that caring for my family is more important than my writing, and this is a particularly challenging time. These life-changes are never easy. Every evening I go to bed with a weariness that seeps from every part of my body and soul.
So I’ll piddle along with my writing as I can, and I have a request for you: Will you breathe a prayer for our family and for our new little girl, as God brings it to mind?
Especially pray for us next weekend. Before our child came, I registered to attend Inspire, a women’s retreat in Indiana. I almost cancelled last week, but my soul needs renewal and fellowship. At this point, I’m planning to fly so that I will only have to be gone one night. Pray that our little girl can handle me being gone.
I know that a healthy parent is a better parent, and that Will will take excellent care of her, but it’s still hard to leave for two days!
(And if you happen to be at Inspire and are one of my blog readers, please come say hi! I’d love to meet you!)
What things do you especially enjoy doing, and how do you set them aside for a season?
*At first I wrote “Mennonite,” until my dear uncle corrected me. Dear me, so many stripes and strands and flavors of people! Amish and Mennonite (while there are some real differences between the two) both fall under the “Anabaptist” grouping. Maybe that would be a better identifying term to use.