Part of the problem of trying to keep a blog (at least for me) is just getting to the keyboard. We have five people sharing one computer at our house at the moment — that’s a lot of competition.
Of course, this situation helps me in my resolution that actually conflicts somewhat with the wish to regularly update my blog. I’ve cut way back on my computer time since September. I’m getting more done in other areas of my life, but my blog has suffered.
I often think of something to say, write long, thoughtful blog posts in my head, contemplations of real life as I’m going about my business, but then I get to the keyboard and it’s all gone. Poof. Vanished into the ether.
And then there’s reality. I mean, blogs and homekeeping hints and homeschooling seem so trivial against the backdrop of the terrible events this week. The mall shooting was at a mall I used to visit on occasion. Haven’t been there in years, but people I know were there; friends of ours were in the food court at the time the shooting started.
Then in the same week, tragedy in an elementary school. I don’t have to say any more about that. You’re probably up-to-here with the news reports, and no real answers. At least I am.
Last night we went to a Christmas program at a local church. They’ve been putting it on for 25 years, a gift to the community, with three choirs, handbells, and an orchestra. It was beautifully done, polished, colorful, and joy-filled — though there were traces of tears. I wiped away a tear when the children’s choir came out with its mix of mischief and sweet song. One of the soloists in the adult choir choked up during his song, but made it through almost to the end. Somehow, leaving off the last few words of the song about the coming of the Christ Child, “When Love Was Born,” and having the orchestra finish out the phrase that everyone in the audience was thinking (having heard the refrain throughout the song), was even more poignant and meaningful.
You know, tragedy can make the everyday feel futile, and yet… The everyday tasks, the being faithful in little things, seeking the Lord, praising Him in all circumstances, that is what this life is all about. I’m afraid the bustle of life has caught up with me, and there is a lively conversation now going on just a few feet from me, and the dog is nudging my elbow, and so I can’t put down all the lovely ponderings that were going on in my head a little earlier. So all I can recommend is that you meditate on this idea. I’ll try to post more, later.