It feels like breakfast. Breaking the fast. Or breaking the break.

It has been a long pause, this break from writing on my end.

And I miss ya’ll. Yes, I am southern. Because I am blessed by this community, by you.  Each one of you — who are present and read and reflect with me on this life.

And while I gather my thoughts and process this life that I have been living, I want to say a brief “hello world” on the other side of this blog.

Because the sun has been rising and setting a lot since I wrote and you read here.

And the moon has been doing her thing.

And trees have been smiling in forests while no one was looking.

And God has placed hearts on stumps, to stumble upon in the most shaded of secret places.

And Joy still floats. Hope does too. The Janice Sue tug floats along and chugs along too.

Even smiling as I capture her tuggy beauty.

Tangerine wings still stop and rest, then flutter their flirty fluttering selves like little tutu-ed dancers in a preschool recital, performing their dance, so simple. So simple.

And roads still lead the discoverer, the wanderer to new places. Carrying the one who looks for surprise down the road to just that. Simple surprises. Simple findings.

A new shade of blue, quite unlike any other. Not common. Not named. A blue so unique and brilliant that all shades of it aspire to be this.

They long to be this blue.

An in the beginning, Genesis blue. When God formed the universe and made earth and sky, blue. His original idea of what blue should be when it is being blue.

And God is all that He has ever been. Great. Good. Loving. And omnipotent. And loving us, and loving me.

So while I try to get my hands steady, oh so steady back on the keyboard. And while I process all the ways that He loves and shows Mercy and Grace, I leave you with a word or two and a photo or two.

And I say thank you for being here. And always thank you when you comment, though please know and feel the grace there. I feel you even when you don’t speak.

I am soaking in the love of God and family. And picking my tomotoes fresh from the vine and soaking in the summer rays, shooting like an arrow straight at my heart.

And counting gifts and Grace.

And all these summertime moments of wonder.

And of course, practicing working on enjoying writing.

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