I’m so out of practice. Writing—something I can usually do as easily as breathing—is like walking for me right now. I have to think about it. Words flow stiffly from my fingers and brain. Thoughts come in spurts and bursts, but ordering them is more like wrangling amoebas than anything else.
I’m out of practice.
The months lost to hackers, crazy busy-ness, and illness robbed me of more than time. They robbed me of my facility with writing. I still bang out emails, but it feels like that’s the extent of my wordsmithing. Retweeting another’s information and witticisms is about all the blue bird gets from me these days. Facebook status updates don’t venture far beyond health reports and the cute sayings of the3 year old who keeps me company on most week days.
I wanted to write about friendship. I wanted to tell you about the amazing people in my life who cheer me up and cheer me on. They are the ones who collect my mail and change my bandages. They are the ones who visit when I look like death warmed over but politely refrain from mentioning that fact until much later. They are the ones who bring me care packages when I live down the road. They are the ones who take me to the doctor and meet me at the hospital so I don’t have to go alone. They are so much more.
I’ve given you a scant glimpse of them, but there’s so much more. I can’t make the words justly describe them and what they mean to me. I simply know they are gifts from a generous and loving heavenly Father. I am grateful for them and His lovingkindness.
photo courtesy of ZeRo ‘SKiLL