Hardy, har har.
I guess I thought I'd attempt to put a few thoughts down because I just published another podcast episode after 4 months of silence and it felt good. Real good. So just maybe, I've surmised, it would feel equally as exhilarating to write something, even if it were to say nothing other than we stripped wall paper from the walls in our breakfast nook tonight. We really did. The Tisors KNOW how to ROCK Labor Day in the U.S.A.!
Part of me feels as if during my hiatus I was frozen in time, attempting to figure out what I was to be doing beyond the bare minimum and still be considered alive. Another part of me routinely met the midnight hour researching the latest studies in search of an autism cure. OCD cure. Depression cure. Heavy heart cure.
You see, my oldest was diagnosed with high-functioning autism shortly after my last blog entry. Then my world stopped, to a degree. Not sure why. She was the same person before tests indicated she was mildly autistic as she was afterwards. But now I had a label which fueled within me a mission to erase it from her mental health dossier. As hard as I've worked I feel that I've somehow failed her. That her condition is my fault. Yet God's word prevents me from sinking too deep into despair.
Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness. ~ Lamentations 3:22-23
Please remain patient with me. I can't promise how often I'll be here and maybe it will be sporadic, but know that we'd greatly appreciate your prayers. If you'd like to check out my latest podcast episode it delves deeper into what has transpired during my absence. You can check out the podcast link you'll find on this here blog or visit Breadbox Media. I'll need to write a separate entry on joining BBM soon. Or not soon. I'm very non-committal these days.