This year has been sparse in my blog. I stopped my posts about the 50 most essential Biblical passages, I hardly acknowledged any saint's days and I never really commented on what was going on in my life. In the past 12 months, I spent 8 full months pregnant, my husband left for Iraq on Good Friday, I had a C-section, a very close friend left me right after my son was born (and hasn't spoken to me since) and my husband missed the first four months of our son's life. When I am really having difficulty dealing with situations, I can't even write about them. It takes almost all my energy to actually deal with what's happening and so I can't bring myself to put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard). Many people offered to help me and many people did help. There are several people without whose support- I might have pulled the covers over my head and refused to get out of bed. Recently, someone suggested to me that I was trying to be perfect or that I might be depres
Thoughts on what it means to be a traveler on the Way of Jesus the Christ