Well, hello blog.
I have missed you.
Well, missed is the wrong word.
I have neglected you?
Yeah, that sounds more like it.
Blogging, for a long time, was my only method of processing a difficult time in my life.
Things aren't difficult right now.
As a matter of fact, they are amazing.
And I feel like a free bird.
I knew that eventually we would rise up.
But, three years was going on a long time.
It's not like all of our challenges are over.
We still have LOTS of challenges ahead.
But they seem to be more of a "fun" kind of challenge.
I feel like I have been a bird, stuffed in a cage, with clipped wings.
My captor grew lazy, and forgot to keep clipping my wings.
And accidentally left the door open for too long one day.
I left my prison.
And, it is absolutely the most wonderful feeling in the world.
I don't ever want to forget it.
I don't ever want to forget what we went through.
Sometimes, I can't believe we made it.
Most of the time, actually.
But we did.
And we are being rewarded beyond our wildest dreams.
It makes me think about this life's end.
Where we will probably stand, completely worn, exhausted, defeated and discouraged.
We will be uncertain if the sacrifice we made was enough. We will be tattered, and torn.
Then, we will be "taken in" and "lifted up" and we will feel His redeeming love, and we will forget the hardship we have been through, because now we have tasted of the good.
And it will be like nothing else we have ever experienced.
And it will be indescribable.
And it will be better than anything that we could have ever imagined.
And we will be home.
I have had a glimmer of what it will be like.