Fallow

I can't remember when I've gone a month without posting on this blog, but I just did it, and may do it again next month. I am alive and well, if anyone's wondering, and not drifting around the world like a piece of lost luggage.

But it feels like a fallow time for me as far as writing goes. Probably as far as most of the interior quiet parts of my life go, too. I find myself sitting with a certain kind of peace and patience in a place where I never imagined I could rest -- the things I've struggled with God about over the past year or so haven't resolved, but I'm simply not struggling at the moment. I'm waiting. Sometimes I wonder whether I've just given up or should be trying harder to get something kick-started in my spiritual life, but that thought doesn't seem to carry any life in it, so I just let it go.

Meanwhile life is full of busy things. Both kids are in school, and I'm learning the life of a mother of school-aged kids, complete with PTA meetings and chaperoning field trips. Our remodeling project is nearing its end -- we should have a real, live kitchen within a week or two!

There are weeds in the field right now, but I'm choosing to look at them as a cover crop waiting to be turned over when it's time to sow something more fruitful.