I get somewhat annoyed by apologetic prefaces for blog absences because, with the exception of a few, I don’t miss them specifically when they are gone. I’m always glad when bloggers do post again after an absence, but prefacing the return post with a long apology lessens the enjoyment. Everybody goes through phases of writing productivity, times where personal expression is less needed (or perhaps, half-formed, unfinalized), and seasons where to be present in life is more important than to be present on the internets.
“No Dad, not yet. Soon.” She said.
“Are you all coming with me?”
“Not yet, Dad. We’ll come later.”
“Is Wilma coming with me?”
“Not yet, Dad. You’ll have to go first this time.”
“But you’ll all be there? You’re coming?”
What comes from your life when pain stops you from going on, momentarily or for an extended time period? When you are held in a time of mourning or a period of thankless monotony, what words flow from your lips? What words and songs live in your heart and rise to your mouth when the rest of your words are stolen, your mind blank? What will you be reminded of as you forget more than you ever knew?
8 You shall tell your son on that day, ‘It is because of what the Lord did for me when I came out of Egypt.’ 9 And it shall be to you as a sign on your hand and as a memorial between your eyes, that the law of the Lord may be in your mouth. For with a strong hand the Lord has brought you out of Egypt." (Ex 13:8–9)