This is an interesting phenomenon. I’m finding myself melancholy about not being able to blog while we’re camping this weekend! Whaa! …Hey! Proof positive that once you do something every day for a month, it becomes a habit.
I’m mostly concerned about you, my dear four readers! What if you’re sad that I’m gone? What if you leave me?
~Frances Anne Kemble:
What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
How shall I charm the interval that lowers
Between this time and that sweet time of grace?
The truth is I enjoy writing this blog. It’s a nice thing to do, something for me, really—after a day like today: very busy and stressful. In my past, this kind of day would have ended with some controlled substances. But Praise God, that’s been a long time ago. There is a devil, though: today I thought about it. >_<
Who has woe?
Who has sorrow?
Who has contentions?
Who has complaints?
Who has wounds without cause?
Who has redness of eyes?
Those who linger long at the wine,
Those who go in search of mixed wine.
Do not look on the wine when it is red,
When it sparkles in the cup,
When it swirls around smoothly;
At the last it bites like a serpent,
And stings like a viper.
So, I guess you could say this blog is part of how God is setting me apart from sin, like keeping me straight and sober. And don’t worry, Dear Four. Having been married to a fisherman nearly 30 years, I can assure you: absence makes the heart grow fonder. “See” you in a couple of days!