I have a few minutes before I head over to Church on the Move in Plains, MT, for the service this morning. I am going to do something I haven't done much of for the last few weeks.
I am not sure why I haven't been writing. I'm behind on newsletters, blogging, even emails. We arrived back in the US the end of July, and something happened. I just lost the words.
Nothing there. Nada. Zip.
I wanted to write, but it was if my system had gone into shock mode...from the culture, from the exhaustion, from the overload. My one creative outlet felt draining, not refreshing.
Am I the only one who's ever been in that type of condition or mood?
You would think I would have loads of energy. I'm back where life is easy (grocery stores, convenience, smooth roads). I'm back where I can speak English, with friends and family.
But life has seemed to become one ENORMOUS to-do list. I have hundreds of support letters to get out. I still haven't finished painted and setting up our house. I have services to schedule, calls to make, pastors to see, newsletters to write...plus I'd kind of like to take care of myself.
Sorry...this isn't meant to be a woe-is-me kind of note. Not intending that. I know every one has there own enormous load of life, some much more strenuous than mine. It is meant to be MY exploration of why I let that load stop me from writing.
I am trying to stumble my way back to stability. I want to emerge from this shocked-state of life, and get back to running. And I want to do it with passion and joy.