I don’t know about what has been happening with you or your family but my me the end of May hit me like a ton of bricks. I had so many plans not only for the blog but life itself. Then I got sick and couldn’t shake whatever hit me. Which thank God missed the rest of my family. Charlie did come home though and no, matter how sick I was that was a blissing and a gift all rolled into one.
As we all know there are moments when nothing feels dramatically wrong, yet everything feels active at the same time. The house still runs on its usual rhythm, work responsibilities are still present in the background, and summer planning has already started to creep in around the edges.
It shows up in small ways first. A reminder that hasn’t been handled yet. A message that needs a response. A mental note about something that has to be picked up later. None of it feels urgent on its own, but together it builds a quiet pressure that never fully turns off.
It isn’t chaos in the traditional sense. It’s more like constant awareness, where even simple tasks carry awareness of everything else still waiting. As I fought to get better, I kept waiting for the shoe to drop and something else to happen as we were still waiting to hear what was going on with David’s dad.
Even during the simplest parts of the day, there’s a sense of being slightly ahead of the moment. Thinking about what comes next while still finishing what’s in front of you becomes normal instead of optional. Rest doesn’t fully disconnect—it just happens between thoughts instead of outside of them.
By the time the day moves forward, it becomes clear that nothing is truly separate anymore. Everything overlaps, and the mind adjusts by staying slightly ahead just to keep pace. And even when things quiet down, the awareness doesn’t fully leave. It just softens into the background, waiting for the next thing to ask for attention.
Which is why I am more grateful than ever to be here sitting and working this morning with Gerald downstairs and Charlie in the bathtub. I am grateful the LORD took care of me and I’ m here today to spend time with those I love. I’ grateful for the work that came in while I was sick.
Thank you,
Glenda, Charlie and David Cates
