I am so sorry, really truly regretful about the time that I haven't been spending on flickr photostreams, facebook pages and beautiful blogs. The fact is that I do want to be visiting, and I am trying to fit it in, but it hasn't been coming together for me. I feel like I'm being an awful friend and neglectful of my relationships. Just know I am really not trying to be a total snoot... I miss you and your lovlies and having the time to devote to sincerely enjoying it all. I am so so so so sorry. I hope you understand.
I have felt the most generous outpouring of love and encouragement and prayer partnering and the biggest sense of "community" from all of you lately. My blog has exploded, my flickr stream has been flooded and my facebook is beaming with sweetness. Things have been hectic and draining and you all have brought me to a humble, simple, loving place. And it's so greatly appreciated. I feel so undeserving and this connection has inspired and blessed me so. Thank You, so very much. xo
... and the update ...
okay... I am currently in a state of panic.
not the normal kind either. A family down the road from us, literally, just a few houses, in a nice part of our small town mind you, just had their children taken away. Like us, they were living on a smaller income than most around here and with more than one child at home, making messes they were singled out, I think, maybe I'm wrong, but it hit a little too close to home. Apparently, someone smelled something, the police entered the home on the informants suspicions and the house was too dirty tobe lived in, noting dirty dishes as one of a few reasons... not roaches, not drugs, not too many animals or weapons in reach... dirty dishes.
I realize, I don't know the whole story, but, I'm terrified, I have been bleaching everything, scrubbing, laundering, straightening and sorting. The house looks great, but I'm still afraid. There are days when, durring this awful potty training, there may be a smell or too that is not so nice, sometimes I don't get all the dishes done since the kids need me, Sometimes junk gets shuffled to another room rather than sorted.
I just can't bare it. I am praying for peace, and doing what I can, but I am preoccupied with fear.
Also... they found the second meth-lab as well... Lord Help us... and we absolutely cannot move...
I wish, with all my heart, that we could run away... I long for simplicity, and afternoons of leisure and saftey. I feel so threatened... my heart is breaking...