I’m sitting in our local coffee shop, sipping a creamy latte out of a blue ceramic cup and forking down the most delicious crepes.
“Overwhelming” is a mild word to state what life has been for me this summer. Navigating a pandemic, finalizing an adoption, mothering five children, working part-time, starting a ranch, and facing multiple uncertainties has taken its toll.
All these months the words and feelings have been churning inside of me, longing for space to process and spill out. This year has been hard as I work on making sense of my world and finding my identity, which seems to be an ongoing process regardless of current events.
Both overwhelm and depression have choked my words, but I’m finally back (I think). I have a rough draft written to be finished and published soon, and notes for several more posts. This summer I wondered if blogging did anyone any good, but I’m seeing that I need it for myself. It’s how I process life, and I need it even if nobody else does.
So I’m writing again, even if it’s by bits and pieces between the daily tasks. This morning I will finish my latte then go plant some alfalfa and check on my new trees. After that I have a full day of laundry, housecleaning, cooking, and childcare. It’s not an easy stage.
What challenges have you been facing this year? And how can I pray for you or bless you?