So, yes, for those of you who have “tuned in” regularly will note it has definitely been more than a week since my last post. A combination of life insanity lately along with no new Muse’s to write have delayed my posting. Today however, things have changed.
As I reflect on the days creating my new blog space, I wanted a catchy name, something that was meaningful and would reflect me–reflect my desire to be insightful, dark and twisty at times, if I may, but also shine the glimmer of hope and grace that I have found in a relationship with Christ that is so freeing.
I look at my choice: pliable and the definition thereafter:
adjective: 1. susceptible to being led or directed; 2.capable of being shaped or bent or drawn out; 3.able to adjust readily to different conditions; “an adaptable person”; “a flexible personality”; 4.capable of being bent or flexed or twisted without breaking;
The past week I have found myself in conditions that are quite different, and honestly, my “flexibility” hasn’t been so great. From a work schedule that has been so incredibly busy that I don’t even know how to cope to car difficulty that plagued me on my day off and today–the day I was to get all that I had intended done on my day off, but didn’t due to the car difficulty.
So what do I do…I question. I question my attitudes, my reflections, responses to difficulty. Difficulty at level 1 isn’t so bad (crazy work). Level 2, I can handle as well (car difficulty). But level 3 has hit me today with an all new sense of questioning and doubt–where has my optimism gone? Why am I so frustrated? Where is the grace and forgiveness I should be exhibiting (which only mirrors what I have been given)?