If you walked inside my house right now and saw the mayhem, you’d probably ask, “What do you do all day? Sit around and blog?!” Usually, the writer of this blog is borderline obsessive about a spic-and-span house, and well, let’s just say that Said Blog Writer is a little lax on the housekeeping right now. But she’s a little lax on the writing too (in case you haven’t noticed). Her email box is so full of unanswered mail that every time she opens it up, it asks, “Would you like to archive old items now?” It also has a subtitle that notes, “You should feel really guilty about not answering these.”

Forbid the Auto Archive thing ever happening. I’d never find the mail again. My husband tells me that I need to create folders and stop saving every document and picture to my desktop. You mean there’s another way?! If I saved it somewhere else, it’d be lost forever. Not that you can find anything on a messy desktop anyway, but I could if I ever needed to. CD’s, disks, and USB thingys are just more stuff for the kids to launch with their Lego creations. And forget saving it on the C: drive. I’ve done that before and never found the thing again.

Yes, I’m the wife of a rocket scientist who does software stuff. But, I liken that to being a pastor’s wife or cobbler’s son. Why does everyone expect the pastor’s wife to know lots of theology stuff or the cobbler’s son to have some shoes? It’s the same thing. I can’t say that he hasn’t tried to teach me this stuff, but I have a mental block. Kind of like the mental block he has about emptying his jean pockets of change before tossing it in the laundry. Works both ways.

But I get richer because of his mental block. I’ve made $1.13 already this morning, and I still have two loads to go. He’s great!

Now, I was going to say something here, but I forgot what it was. I wanted to talk about our home improvement projects, book reviews, and some more stuff about family culture last week, but I was too busy laying on the couch eating bon-bons and catching up on the soaps. (If you believe that, consider yourself a new reader.) A big thanks to everyone who helped in the garden and whoever suggested the cranberry juice and club soda for the morning sickness. I don’t think it helps any, but it tastes good.

Speaking of morning sickness (which is what I’m speaking of in the first paragraph), I will do my best over the next several weeks to not be so myopic in my outlook on life. I know life is happening and will continue to go on without me. In all these things—in sickness and in health—the glory of God is always the point. It would be a shame to diminish His glory by wallowing in my plight, not seeking to savor Him in the sometimes painful details of life.

In the first verse of Holy, Holy, Holy, the third line reads, “…merciful and mighty.” I am reminded here that He is the God who looks upon His people with mercy, care, and kindness—all the while, being the Ruler and King over all. His greatness is not diminished by His compassion. He is merciful and mighty. And because this nature, I have hope and so many reasons to be grateful.