Only three blog posts in July! Disappointing (to me, anyway).
So very much has been going on that I'm surprised I haven't written. These are not things that keep me busy physically, but they take a lot of mental and emotional energy, and that usually means thoughts stewing into written words.
Some things have been good. Toddler has doubled her age. Teen went to a foreign land as a medical missionary. Tween has somehow come across a new self that enjoys being responsible (sometimes).
Some things have been very bad. Beloved friendships are being tried. Life-altering decisions are being made. Good, good things are being pried from my fingertips as I stand, confused, and wonder why.
Growth and pruning. Growth and pruning. Beauty comes, and some of it must be cut away - but not without purpose. As painful as the shears may be, they make room for better, more beautiful things, once the pain dulls and the wounds heal a bit. As the blades bite, the pain leaves me wondering what could possibly spring from this. But, at my age, I've seen it before - this gardening work. And because of that, the pain becomes resignation. There is hope. There is knowledge - good, firm knowledge - that better is coming.