Feeling overcommitted and overwhelmed, I need a little time. Big decisions loom in my future and various projects need attention. Also, I need a little time time to process the changes in my life. Periodically, I actually admit I need a break.
After our honeymoon, we spent the first night in our new home; a two bedroom trailer. The next morning I padded across the harvest gold and brown linoleum in the kitchen to prepare breakfast for my groom. Let’s just say I wasn’t much of a cook at nineteen. Okay, truth be told, I wasn’t much of a cook at thirty either. It takes time.
I poured batter onto the griddle and slid a spatula underneath to flip the pancake. Our kitchen table was a four-top salvaged from a diner, but covered with a tablecloth and the hurricane globes that matched our stoneware, I thought it was cozy. When he cut into the pancake, batter ran out onto his plate…. I needed a little more time.
When my heart was cut in two, I thought I would bleed to death. I’m going to be okay, I promise. After some time in intensive care, I’m making progress, but I need a little more time to fully recover. In the rehab phase, I’m learning to walk on my own thanks to my friends, family and church.
My goal is to encourage you when you face situations that turn your life upside down. Many times you encourage me. During this season, the Lord is teaching me deep truths about His heart, which I am convinced comes only through suffering. Though I want to share with you, I need a little time. I’m afraid of serving you half-baked words.
In all this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. 1 Peter 1:6 NIV
I need a little more time
So I am taking a break. I’m not quitting, I just need a little more time. It’s not my first sabbatical, I usually take a month off every year to recharge and get organized. Also, my speaking ministry needs some attention as I prepare for upcoming events. Not sure how long this break will be, but I hope you’ll be here when I return.
Over the years, my husband taught me to cook. He showed me how to wait for the bubbles in the batter to surface and pop. So when my words bubble up and pop, I’ll know it’s time. Then, I’ll be back.
These are the words in my mouth; these are what I chew on and pray. Psalm 19:14 MSG
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