Tired eyes and uncertain hands

It has been a while. Not for lack of want, but mainly for lack of brain material to get something out that I thought you guys might actually want to read.  Then I thought I would maybe just write, and if you got bored, you could exit the window, curse Rebekah for her daftness, and think of it no more.

I am tired. My hands feel a little strange and uncertain and the dog behind me is doing just what I want to: snoring loudly and deep in the softness of a dream. Last week is a stooped and withered dream.  I usually pride myself in being someone who doesn't need a lot of sleep to function; I like to play a game with myself, see how much I can do in a period of time before I need to recuperate or sleep, but last week took my bones and wore them out, then placed them haphazardly back in my body.  Believe or not, I actually liked, no, thoroughly liked, last week. But it was long. Longer than seven days should be.

You should know, in the space of not writing to you, my family and I, found (rather, God provided) and began attending a church. It has been a while since we've had one, a time full of hurt tinged endings at our last church, tired searching in between, and perhaps giving up for periods of time; feeling like maybe God had abandoned me. Stupidly, of course. Because everything that happens to me is not just something that accidentally happened that God's going to fix, but something He planned from the beginning that is far, far better for me, than any dim-witted, uncertain plan I could come up myself. It's comforting, isn't it?

So, back onto the subject of last week, we helped prepare the church for a band that came over just last Sunday. It was a crazy whirlwind, or a slow uphill battle, but it was good. It was more than good to work and fellowship and get to know some of the different characters in our church.

After the craziness, though, the long week full of interesting new faces to study, my body decided it was time to stop and rest. My mind, too, because, unfortunately, I'm not an extrovert who feeds off other's energy and being around a lot of people for extended periods of time makes me not want to talk for several hours.
I'll tell you another horrible secret, I like being tired if it's for a good cause.
So, sitting here, in the wee hours, with tired eyes and uncertain hands, I am happy.
My hands may be uncertain, but I know One who's are not.

What a warbly, nonsensical spout of words. I'm sorry about them, but I'm not sorry that I'm back to blogging. It is an amazing feeling that 60 people (I know, it sounds like a small number to all you blogger savvies), somewhere in the world, are actually interested in what I say.  Thank you, loves.  Also, I caved and got a pinterest account, check it out if you dare.