I realize that my poor blog is languishing away. Don't worry about me. This week I am happily ensconced in my dear Hattiesburg, with some of my very favorite people. Oh, the kindness of friends, and to be in a house where love is present and thick. Our bed is spectaculary comfy, the food is damn good, and most of all, I don't feel like I'm inconveniencing anyone with the demands of a nearly-three-year-old. I am spending my mornings being a crew leader for Vacation Bible School. Mostly, this involves a lot of sweating. I have just a handful of girls and they're fairly easy to deal with, thank all the saints.
I have been lonely, lately. I realize that's something that not many of us say, and how can one be lonely with Facebook and Twitter and what-have-you? But I have been lonely, for what it's worth. We've been off our schedule for a few weeks and I've had Thomas full time going on three weeks, even with a trip to Texas for a family wedding. Who wouldn't feel a little crazy? But this trip home - while I miss Beaux - is exactly what I needed. I need to be with people who know me and remember good times and I need to give something of myself, even if it's something as easy as herding children down a hall and handing out snacks.
Thomas is happy as a clam and has been outrageously good the entire time. I love that kid.
I packed mostly 'spiritual' books for the trip and am in the first chapters of Thomas Merton's The Seven Storey Mountain. I've also picked up Frederich Buechner's Wishful Thinking, which is perfect for the times I crawl up in the bed with Thomas, waiting for him to fall asleep. Frederich Buechner, especially, is making me feel so joyful and hopeful. I've been feeling on the edge of all things faith and his writing is slowly making me inch back from the ledge. It's so good that it's all I can do from keep from reading it aloud on street corners. Good news, indeed.