I have been writing a lot lately. I have a collection of composition books and in each one I have lists and jots of ideas and sermon notes and journals. My writing is serving a purpose for me. But I miss the thinking-out-loud of blogging and having the archives.
I’ve spent way too much time on Facebook. . . While it serves a purpose, I’m finding it to be too transitory and distracting.
So, I’m back to blogging. (Ha! Where have we heard that before?!)
In the midst of getting-ideas-out-of-my-head-and-onto-the-page, I’ve been working on a few larger projects. I’ve been exploring writing memoir to be “gifts of words and memories” for my family. I’ve been giving feedback to some friends working on books. And I’ve been working on my own book sparked by my young-adult sons about connecting with our kids through the teenage years.
But really the bulk of my writing has been for my own time to notice what God is doing around me and in me and thinking through our current transitions.
Transitions bring up a lot of external logistical juggling and internal emotional turbulence. The past year has been one long transition and this past month has put the past year to shame.
The transitions have been geographical — Nassau to Florida to DC to Florida, and now Kosovo is looming before us.
The transitions have been familial. I still think of myself as a mom of four boys. . . plus two. The youngest of the four has graduated and all of the older boys are in a good place in the decisions they’ve made for young adulthood on their own. But that means we are going overseas this time as a family unit that is brand new to me. It will just be Hubby and I and A7 and H4.
The transitions have been emotional. My father-in-law is in hospice care at home. His time on this earth is short and he will soon be with the Lord, waiting for the new heavens and new earth. This is the first time I’m walking alongside as our immediate family is witnessing death.
The transitions have been internal. I’m firmly in the middle of mid-life. No crisis. It’s time for evaluation of where I am, what the Lord has asked of me, and the direction to take going forward. Some spouses in the State Department really struggle with not having career continuity. For me, it’s always been fun — how do I get to reinvent myself at our next post? What interests can I explore? What new ways can I learn to serve?
For many years I’ve viewed my primary vocation as assisting my family through transitions. We all go through our own experiences with change, but I know that as mom and wife I can help them navigate things. This involves a lot of logistics and paperwork, tears and prayers.
On Christ the solid rock I stand. . . the transitions around me are shifting sand.