I’ve had one of those blissfully restful weekends. I took long walks around Radner Lake, read quite a bit, cooked some (an amazing and rare thing for me), did a little sorting and discarding in preparation for my move in October, and just generally kicked back.

I spent much time in my own head, thinking through deeply rooted problems and sin in my own life from childhood crap. I needed this time, and need more still, to begin the healing process and make changes in life; changes that will lead to a restoration of Life God meant me to have.

Much of my writing ended up being stuff that’s really only for private consumption. I had big plans to finish all the various drafts of posts I started last week but didn’t have time or energy to finish. But sometimes — well, often times, really — life just doesn’t pan out the way we plan.