Dear Little Blog,
Where do I start? I miss you. I do. I know my actions say otherwise, but I promise I think of you often...mostly while in my van (where I've been spending a lot of time driving to football practices: 3 boys, 3 different practices.) So much of life is happening, and so much God is teaching me and it needs to be shared. It needs to be recorded. And yet...
I'm distracted. Constantly bombarded with distractions. Incessantly and constantly bombarded with distractions. Get it?
The distractions will not stop. I know that. But I'm having a tough time figuring out how to blog in these new set of distractions.
But I'll get it figured out.
And then we can be friends again...rather than awkward acquaintances that used to be friends.