See You in September

Scott and I spent last night listening to music and watching videos from the '70s and '80s. Listening to those songs brought back plenty of personal memories, but we reminisced, too, over events that dominated the news in those years: inflation and gas lines, American hostages in Iran, the Challenger and Chernobyl, Cabbage Patch Kids, Imelda Marcos' 3000 pairs of shoes... Life wasn't only disturbing back then, though; look at the past year or more. Quarantine, a hotly --and still-- contested election, riots, cancellations of people!, a shot (literally) of hope, and now that same shot, the very barrier against the virus that kept us all locked down for most of the year, is coming under scrutiny with regard to the current spread of the virus. Could it get any crazier? Personally, the last year has brought us some of the most wonderful memories. At the same time, we were deceived for months on end by people who claimed to be supporting us, had a considerable sum of money stolen from us by an unscrupulous attorney, suffered through a terrible tragedy, leaned more heavily into the Lord than we ever have, made career decisions and life decisions, and are experiencing one of the best-worst, richest-poorest seasons of our life. Bizarre affects us all, and drama never takes a vacation. As Scott and I revisited our teens and twenties well into the wee hours of the morning, we recalled the strange and the truly awful; they hadn't all been erased from our memories, but we saw them from a much different vantage point than we did back then. We went through them --without God in the earlier days, but with Him now. Praise God, He is never far from us!

A couple weeks ago, I felt God pressing me to do something. We put it off, rationalizing the evidence we could see, but wound up doing it anyway (A Strange Kind of Something and Something New). And now, I believe God is telling me to take some time off from Broken To Breathless-- just a month; I'll be back in September. From the moment I felt compelled to take a vacation, some things have given me pause: maybe I could just write one day a week, or maybe I could post articles from other blogs. How quickly we forget. I just learned this lesson! God and I had decided on a month off, and that's what it will be. I'll be catching up on some reading, working on the book that God has been telling me to write for the past several years, and listening to old music with my husband. 

Keep walking with the Lord. He will get us through. And I'll see you in September!