I’m a bad blogger. Seriously, I should be in blogger jail or let least a minimum-security detention center where bloggers have their work scrutinized by a copyeditor named Simon P. Knowseverything.
For the record it’s been 585 days since my last post (July 9, 2013). I lured you all in with tales from my personal Ugandan adventure – one that redefined me in so many ways. Two days was all I lacked. Two days and I would have fully documented this life-changing journey. Instead, I went silent … nothing … out … like a mime on a coffee break.
But it’s 1 a.m. and I can’t sleep. Like all 1 a.m. nights where sleep seems lost beyond the horizon, I’m left to my own devices.
Answering work emails seems about as appealing as my dachshund’s breath. Watching TV would only result in an untimely purchase of cutting utensils or George Foreman grill.
So I return to my blog. It’s not so much dusting off an old book as it is creeping back into half-built house. I love my little corner of the blog-o-sphere, but it took a backseat for some very good reasons.
So what happened? In short – a lot. I returned to the states, swearing never to get lost in the crush of petty life issues then proceeded to do just that. I had witnessed the best and worst life had to offer in Uganda. It changed me but how much?
I woke up the morning after returning from Uganda and decided to sell my house, a story of divine happening, which I will no doubt retell you soon.
Then I fell in love.
Mrs. Sunshine is the last, great, woman on Earth. We met. I made absolutely zero impression. We went on a date that she didn’t know was a date. Then, I’m guessing, God stepped in and explained there was a special reward in heaven for marrying a ginger.
The following 18 months have been absorbed by an engagement, a car wreck, a graduation, a flu-infused wedding day, weekend outings and a whole lot of amazing every days.
Sufficed to say, I didn’t see any of this coming. I had mapped out my life. The plan was set. But my sweet Father in heaven made some course adjustments – and I praise Him for being the ultimate navigator. As Proverbs says, “A man may set his path but God orders his steps.”
I didn’t see any of this coming but I’m just fine with where I’m headed. I hope you’ll come along with me and keep reading The Sunblock Chronicles as I explore this life with Mrs. Sunshine, and share how God’s grace is a gift of indescribable proportions.
And I promise, no more 585 days between posts lest I be placed in blogger minimum-security detention center.
But first, let me finish what I started. The following two posts will finally complete my Ugandan adventure.