Some of you may remember.
It's been a little over two years, and I've decided, no diggity, that's long enough. In the last 24 months I'm sure I've felt just about every emotion possible. I've slogged from the valley to the mountain with frequent breaks for the occasional pity party and snacks (I admit, there were lots of snacks) along the path.
But you know what I've found at every stop? God's grace. His unending, unchanging, miraculous grace. The inexplicable grace that reminds me that through it all I never lost my joy. Not once. And the most important thing about joy?
It's to be shared.
So, without really knowing where all this will lead, or having a clue what I'll write, or cook or photograph, I do know I'm supposed to share. Of that I'm positive. Evidently all the details are just supposed to work themselves out. Good luck details, you're on your own!
This is all to say that next week will be the official re-start of Mudpuddle. (And by official I mean absolutely nothing.)
Thanks so much to all of you who've never, ever stopped encouraging me and nudging me along in this direction. I'll never forget your words of friendship, love, and support.
Hope to see you next week.