Are You In There? or Are You In Here?

Sometimes I forget that when I don't post, you don't know what's going on here.

Sometimes I forget that even if I do post, you don't know what's going on in here.

Sometimes I do that with my husband. I have complete conversations with him in my head. (Am I really the only person, scratch that, woman who does this? Then, I'm angry, scratch that, annoyed when he says I didn't tell him something. Well, yes I did! In my head.

Sometimes I think my kids are the greatest little things on earth.

Sometimes I think I'm doing a good job.

Sometimes I think, "They aren't babies anymore." No more "First Halloween" or "First Christmas" for them. They're seasoned pros.

Sometimes I think, "When will they catch on?"

Sometimes I think, I suck at this.

Sometimes I want to suck all the contents of my head out and splatter them all over the keyboard. It might be a little quicker to help you understand what's swirling around in my head.

Sometimes I think, "I just can't write tonight. No one wants to hear this."

Sometimes I think, "Oh, won't they just laugh?"

Sometimes I hit backspace when I almost let you in.

Sometimes I post pictures of all the joy I see around me.

Sometimes I have a hard time paring them down.

Sometimes I'm amazed at what people feel inspired to comment about. It's not always the point I was trying to make.

Sometimes I learn about how my words can affect others.

Sometimes I'll never know.

Sometimes the phone rings 100 times in a day.

Sometimes I don't answer even though I'm home. Come over instead!

Sometimes I imagine 100s of people reading here.

Sometimes I wish I could take it all back.

Sometimes I think I can do anything. Through Christ. Who strengthens me. (Thanks to Emily: that's the only piece of scripture I can routinely call on.)

Sometimes I forget Who is really taking care of me.

Sometimes I forget Who is really in control.

Sometimes I forget Who really loves me.

Sometimes I forget my past.

Sometimes I forget my future.

Sometimes I get silly when things get serious. I might laugh at your funeral.

Sometimes I get silly so you don't know how I'm really feeling.

Sometimes I forget what I was going to write about.

Sometimes I remember.

Sometimes I remember.

Does this post sound familiar? Half-way through I thought so, too. Here's a refresher.