I can’t seem to write the kind of posts I intended to write when I started this blog. I wanted to write about our Journey of Fire and what we learned through it. For some reason, I don’t seem to want to talk about it. Not here anyway. When we meet someone new, we often tell them little bits and pieces about it, and they ask questions and we end up telling them more. And it’s enjoyable to reminisce about the miraculous ways that God provided for us. But to just sit down and write about it is not so enjoyable. Maybe it’s still too fresh. Maybe I’ve blocked it out, and it’s hard to bring it back up in my memory when I intentionally try to write about it.
I don’t know, but some day I think I will write about some of it here. I think that’s part of why I was supposed to start this blog.
Maybe I’m waiting for the day when the Journey of Fire is really over.
"Oh that God would give every mother a vision of the glory and splendor of the work that is given to her when a babe is placed in her bosom to be nursed and trained! Could she have but one glimpse in to the future of that life as it reaches on into eternity; could she look into its soul to see its possibilities; could she be made to understand her own personal responsibility for the training of this child, for the development of its life, and for its destiny,--she would see that in all God's world there is no other work so noble and so worthy of her best powers, and she would commit to no other's hands the sacred and holy trust given to her." -JR Miller
yes, I can relate! It’s hard for me to talk about stuff when I’m going through it.