Finding Words


Less than a week ago I arrived home from an unforgettable trip. A trip I have longed to take for many years to a place that had a hold of my heart long before my feet even touched its soil.

Uganda. The Pearl of Africa.

I have found it very difficult to find the words that adequately express what I saw and experienced. I ran into a friend the day after I came home and she asked about my trip. Amazing. Unforgettable. Was that really the best I could come up with? And then I told her that I didn’t even know what to say yet. It’s all still processing in my foggy, jet-lagged brain.

But slowly I am finding the words. I’m trying to write things down so I don’t forget. There are so many things I just don’t ever want to forget. The sights and smells, the beautiful landscape, the faces. Especially the faces. The beautiful smiles and pure joy of the children we spent time with. Their laughter was infectious! Their hugs and unconditional acceptance. Their delight in the simplest of things.

And I can’t wait to tell you about John. The reason I went to Uganda in the first place.

I know as the days go by the words will come.

I guess for now the best I can do is say that it truly was amazing and unforgettable.

And I’m already trying to figure out when I can go back.

A Fresh Start

{A little update…so when I wrote this post 5 months ago I had every intention of writing more often. Always the best of intentions, of course. When I finally wrote my second post a couple of days ago I reread this one and almost deleted it because well, how embarrassing! Back to my old blogging ways I guess. Anyway, I’m keeping this here because I guess this is just how I blog. You never know when my writing mood is going to strike and you might as well know that now if you have any intention of following along! :) }

Well, hello there!

If you previously subscribed to this blog, then…surprise! I’ll bet you didn’t expect to see me pop up in your inbox or blog reader again.

It’s been almost a year since I decided to stop blogging and I honestly thought I would never start writing (publicly) again, but I have missed it. So I’ve dusted off the old blog and decided to give it another go. I’m starting from scratch and really have no idea where I’m going with this. Well, I have a teeny bit of an idea, but we’ll see where this all ends up. It’ll be fun!

{I think.}

A couple months ago I started toying around with the idea of blogging again and I wracked my brain trying to think of another name for this blog. It’s not that I didn’t like “Stand and Consider” anymore, but I thought it would be nice to truly start over. New name, new direction, and all that jazz.

But you know what? It’s really, really difficult to find a fabulous (or even semi-mediocre) web address that has not already been used. I tried just about everything I could think of that would fit with just about anything I would want to talk about. All taken.

So “Stand and Consider” it stays.

One of the reasons I have decided to blog again is because I’ve found myself in a phase of life that allows me more time for creative things. I don’t consider myself much of a creative, but I think we all have some way of expressing ourselves in a creative way. For me it’s words. I may not be the most eloquent writer, but it is the best way for me to process life, both the internal and external.

This year my kids started a new school and this is the first time ever that my kids have been in school all day, every day. It’s been an adjustment for us all, but I believe we are all beginning to figure out our new normal.

My new normal consists of a lot of quiet. I like quiet.

The weeks leading up to the new school year I had a lot of people ask me what I was going to do with myself while the kids were gone all day and I have to admit that I was a little panicky about the prospect. What was I going to do? Get a job? Volunteer? Read? Take a nap?

Those first few weeks of school I couldn’t quite settle down and I felt like I needed to fill all that time with something. I was still running around town all day, going here and there, but still feeling like I was never quite getting anything accomplished.

But as the days have gone by I have realized that I am in exactly the place that I craved for years.

Home. Quiet. Time. Margin.

To an introvert like myself, those are lovely words.

I’m beginning to feel less hurried. I’m able to slow down more and take my time with things. I’m finding time for things I enjoy, but always felt guilty about doing because I thought I should be doing other things.

I am keeping up with things around my home better. Planning meals, keeping things tidy(er), keeping up with the laundry (!!). Homemaker extraordinaire I am not, but I know what needs to be done and I know how to do it well. The difference now is I really don’t have any excuses not to get things done.

Who knows how long this phase will last. Maybe I will end up getting a part-time job at some point. I’d like to find somewhere to serve during the week so I’m keeping my eyes and ears open for what that might be. All I know is today I have that space. And tomorrow and most likely for many days to come. I want to use my time wisely and even a little bit creatively. At least as creatively as I am able.

For now that looks like creating a quiet and peaceful home for my family and sharing a few words with you.

I’m so happy to be back.