The Door to My Blog has been Closed

It was the worst of weeks. . .

I just realized I haven't written anything here since Wednesday.   We've had one crisis after another to contend with.  Anything from a call from the police station about someone in need to another person feeling distraught in another state. 

Our household has been on "active" missionary duty.   I have been praying and calmly trying to understand exactly what I am supposed to do, through each event.  I have been working on keeping steady and happy, so that others can draw strength from me, and make it through their rough times.

It's strange, because I normally blog through all my trials, finding encouragement as I type.   But this time, I couldn't even get a minute to write.

Just a few hours ago, I tried to call someone. I wanted to make sure they were okay. But no one ever answered the phone. I finally got in my car and drove over there. All was well. But I had to be reassured. . . Everything was okay.

As I sit here this afternoon, thinking about so many things, I realize you haven't heard from me.    I know some of you have been coming back, looking for the latest post and were puzzled by the silence. Like I was not home. There was no answer on the blog door. And you walked away wondering and, perhaps, worrying.

One of the greatest things in life we have is stability - a routine - expectations. When those things are interrupted, we have trouble coping.  Each day, I need to do certain chores. I need to have certain things happening that my family can expect.  And this has to happen, even in the smallest way, despite any trial or hardship that comes along.  Blogging, for many of us, is one of our routines.  For me to write each morning, helps set the course for my day. It helps ground me, and gives me courage. Kind of like that orange juice commercial, where the person is told about all the horrible things he can expect that day. But he is ready because he drank his juice.

Blessings
Mrs. White

From the Archives -

Make it look like - The Maid was Here.

Are you Ready for Home Duties? - What Time Does Your Shift Start?

It never ends - When Mother Feels Unappreciated.