Okay, Leslie. I get the hint. :)
Each year my January is a time for recuperation after a year of blistering busyness. Many days this winter I intended to blog, but the days off stretched into weeks. As time went by, I found I had less and less to say.
It's not so much a funk, as it is just a general tiredness. I feel like I've blogged our life over and over and there isn't much to say that hasn't already been said. And I am not sure what this stage of life holds for me. Is it still going to be my job to be the farm communicator, or is there something else?
The past few days have been unseasonably warm, and the earlier sunrise each day startles me. Just this week, the first lambs of the year arrived. Many around me express eagerness for spring to come. And while I smile and nod, part of me wishes for a few more months of winter. Winter brings some sorely-needed rest to our lives.
But like the seasons, life marches on. Sometimes the way isn't clear, and I have to trust the one that leads. Often I feel unprepared, resistant, and insufficient for the task at hand. So, Lord, lift my drooping hands and strengthen my weak knees. Make straight paths for me, and help me to strive for peace and holiness.