three months in hiding

has it really been 3 months since I have blogged. i haven't written much anywhere for that matter. i haven't prayed much either. praise comes easy. sunrises, starry nights, laughing grandchildren...these things solicit praise from me. Glory be to Yahweh! but i have a hard time supplicating, which i guess is a good thing. i mean the Father doesn't want to hear a lot of "gimme gimme's"
what father does?
i've been teaching. i've been sleeping. i've been watching television.
i've been wondering about dead birds and dead fish. is it significant that birds and fish were created on the same day?
i've been thinking about the earthquakes that have affected the tilt of our planet and the unrest in the middle east. will i really live to see the second coming?
by the way, i do not believe in rapture as most evangelicals teach, but i am not in physical shape to survive tribulation. i think about that too.
i am missing doing ministry. doing "church" has been a big part of who art and i are together. not having a ministry, or a church family has created a void in our relationship. we aren't doing passion play either. can't say i am missing that specifically. after some frustration in the past couple of years, i think doing it would have made matters worse, not better.
we probably shouldn't just sit around licking our wounds of offense. but we are not really ready to step out of the boat again. we are tired of sinking over and over again. and this is all i have to say right now.
its windy, the sky is dirty, and i'm tired. maybe i'll write again tomorrow. i am on spring break after all.