Whoa. Did I just hit the "New Post" button on my blog? It's been three and a half years since I've done that. Three and a half years that I feel like I've lost, for various reasons that I quit blogging. Most of those reasons seem silly now, but at the time I thought I was doing the right thing.
So here I am, attempting to breathe life back into something that was so therapeutic for me years ago.
I love the feel of a new start. The Lord's mercies are new each morning, and I'm grateful that He gives repetitive order to our lives. Night follows day, again and again. Seasons repeat themselves, bringing comfort and predictability to our year. Calendars come to a close, and even though there's only one day between us and the previous year, we somehow feel as if all things can start afresh.
So as I lay in my bed on New Year's Day morning, making a puppy pile with my husband and two littlest boys, all of us sleeping due to illness in our home, the groggy thought popped into my head: "Blog again." I have no idea why now, but seeing as it seems as good a time as any, I decided to listen to my foggy brain. I'll try to ignore the nagging feeling of sunk cost---all the years I missed out on blogging---and try to instead redeem and preserve the memories from here on out.
Life, with all it's good, and all it's bad, is a story. We should tell that story.