There are days when you do the next right thing because it’s the next right thing to do. But I wonder if sometimes you don’t do the next right thing simply becuase it’s the next right thing? When consistency and schedule and commitment and routine isn’t enough reason? Do you sometimes pause, re-evaluate, re-define, and then, resume? Is there a time to stop until insperation? Or always go until insperation?

I wonder that with regard to blogging. I set a goal this year for two posts per month. And it was relativly easy when I had planned content. But as soon as that was all consumed, I lagged. These days, I’m feeling accomplished with one post per month. And let’s be real, the posts arn’t that great. Defiantly not my best work. But it is a post. So it counts, right?

I’m not actually expecting answers. I’m just thinking outloud. Online. Which is actually quite scary and unwise, really. So I’ll stop my rambling and post again simply for the purpose of posting, this time with four simple photos from March, 2020. Like for so many of us, it was a long, dark month. But these photos remind me that all was not as seemed or remembered. There was light too. In playing games, connecting over the table, and finding companionship in the dreaded home work. God is good, all the time. And that’s reason enough to keep going. All the time, going, good.

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