When Life takes a Detour

I make known the end from the beginning,
    from ancient times, what is still to come.
I say, ‘My purpose will stand,
    and I will do all that I please.’ (Isaiah 46:10 NIV)

I am sitting here wondering how to tell you that I can’t think of what to write next in the story about the woman who never had any babies in St. Louis. I hate to call it writer’s block, because it’s more like this writer has lost interest in the story. Life has taken me on a detour. And writing stories may have to wait for a bit.

I am on an unexpected journey, where I have the pleasure of explaining the difference between being quiet and being silent. I cover all kinds of topics in my new job. But mostly I monitor people who need to sharpen their pencils, take bathroom breaks, and  need an escort to various places around the building. I am working as a substitute teacher.

As my husband describes it, we are experiencing major adjustments. I enjoy the work, when I’m at a school. I like the variety of students I meet, and the challenge of being flexible each day.

But I do come home drained, with most of my creative energy having been expended in the classroom. Finding creative ways to line-up children or keep the students attention is very necessary, but also very exhausting. All this said, I need to lessen my load.

I need to take an extended break from posting here.

Thanks for reading and encouraging me with your comments over the years. I will be back once I get a better handle on this season of life.