It is Sunday….now it is Monday.

The words are definitely not flowing these days. So frustrating. I have a lot to say; just not sure I want to share it and I’m pretty certain you don’t want to read it!

I am taking the advice of my bff, Joanne Heim, however and I’m just sitting down and making myself write.

Speaking of bff, Joanne, she blogged today for the first time in a long, long while. It was so good to read her words this morning. The stroke severely impacted her physically but mentally…she is the same as she was, but with an entirely new perspective. She does refer to me on her blog this morning as, “my bossy friend, Susan.” I have no idea why she would call me bossy…everyone knows I am just the opposite!

Jo has been encouraging me to sit down and just do it…write, that is. I use the term, “encourage” very lightly…she has been commanding me to do so. It is impossible to tell her no. She wouldn’t allow it, in any case. This afternoon, after I eat my chick-fil-a number one with sweet tea and lemon, I have put aside a couple of hours for some dedicated writing time. No iPhone, no texting, no facebook, no laundry, no music; nothing but writing.

Because honestly, I do have a lot to share with you, in a much larger way. That’s all I’m going to say about that. For now.

So yesterday, Sunday, was an interesting day. Last week, I stepped back up onto the church “stage” and (re)joined our Praise Team for my first practice in, come to find out thanks to Ben and confirmed by Beth, over six years. Seriously, I swear it was just a year or two ago that I could no longer handle the fear of performing became too busy and had to let it go. I was reminded, by a wise friend, that God used those six years to beat a whole lot of crap out of me so that I was able to step boldly and confidently (in Him) back up on that stage and obediently get the thing done. And that’s exactly what happened. I had planned on attending a few practices and getting back in the groove before participating in Sunday morning Worship. I announced to the Praise Team that “February 3” would be my official return date. As life would have it, I ended up taking my 12-string to church yesterday to get in a morning practice with the Praise Team and ended up playing for Worship. God is just so incredibly amazing like that…bff, Susan, stated that He knew I would worry and fret (get it? fret? guitar…guess you have to be a musician to get that one) about it until February 3 and threw me into the fire.

And It. Was. Good. And fun! Anyone from church reading this (that’s you, Sarah Wolfe) thank you for your encouragement!

Something else on my mind…I have a whole new respect for those who are care-givers. My in-laws were, thankfully, smart enough and blessed enough to be able to put money aside and have insurance enough that Russell’s dad is able to be well taken care of in a nice assisted living facility. I hesitated using that word, facility, by the way. Sounded so…harsh. But really, he is in a nice place. That does not mean that our responsibility is over; that we are still not under a ton of stress by the situation. And by we, I really mean my husband. I have a sweet blogging buddy, Sandy, who speaks quite honestly about the strain and the heartbreak of being the primary care-giver for her very young, early onset Alzheimer diagnosed husband, Curt. She is on my daily prayer list…I truly do not know how she does it, with children still at home and work on top of it all. You can read her blog here…pop in and encourage her today, please!

That’s really all I have to share today.  Except for this: One Hundred-Eighty Days Til Beach Week!

Love you guys! Chat soon…pinkie swear.

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