At the risk of being a drama queen (which is a plea I sometimes have to cop to), I have to confess something. While I had been toying with the idea of whether or not it was time to stop blogging, I made the decision to cease and desist last week on a day when I was feeling especially hopeless. And then the next day, as you may have read, I felt compelled to write the post "A Prophet without Honor."

I'm a writer. I have to keep writing. And I know now that I can't make critical decisions under duress. When I'm in pain, I tend to give things up, or destroy them. It's my way of exerting control over some element of my landscape. But it never helps.

I do believe that my blog is reaching a point where a change in the format (or "look" and "feel") is imminent, but it is not meant to disappear, not now. I was remiss, and I ask you, my friends, to bear with me and keep reading.

As a testament to God's grace and goodness, I have to tell you all that I was able to buy the furniture I've been wanting (the exact furniture) for four months, yesterday. It will be delivered to my new home on April 16th.