I State My Regret.

Thank you, Dwight Shrute, for the greatest apology ever given. If you didn't see last night's Post Super Bowl Office Special, you missed it! I loved it even more than one single commercial from last night's game. In fact, I plan on using this line in case I ever decide to apologize again for anything; which the AG says there is a pretty slim chance of since he says I apologize about as much as I dust. Personally, I think I apologize pretty regularly, but he just bought himself a whole lotta fights ending with a smug...

"I state my regret."

Oh, and as far as "stating my regret" goes I would like to you all know that today's post will likely be the last one you see from me this week. That's right - momma's taking the week off.

I would now like to explain why. Even though chances are half of you don't care enough to ask and the other half have already hit your escape button. Whatever! I'm explaining anyway.

Monday morning, as you are watching the news to see if your child's school is closed because it's windy and 43 degrees, I will be heading out of town with the AG. He arranged for us to get away to a lake house for the week so that I can finish this business of writing that I started a while back.

For some time I have been writing the story of Elisha and my plans are to either finish it this week or at least get through some of the tougher parts. Either way, it will require me being somewhere quiet, secluded and toddler free. We have been deeply blessed to have been given all access to a beautiful lake house that is apparently rather large; the owner told David that he could stay on one side of the house while I was writing and we would never even bump in to each other. Now, that's my idea of a vacation!

I'm kidding, of course. Several people have asked why he's going with me if I want to get away and finish the book by myself. But there's an easy answer to that...much of the things I will be writing about this week my sweet husband was a part of. And as I sort through those feelings, and memories, and oh, the loss, it's him I want to curl up next to at night. And he, me.

So see? I have to take him. He's my right arm.

So this week, as you will have ten extra minutes added to your day since you won't be reading about my woes, my children or my mother, I ask that you pray for me. C'mon! It's ten minutes!

I ask that you pray for my focus, for my clarity of thought. And more importantly, I ask that you pray God would be with me during each memory I recall and each hurt that I feel. And that I would now - as I did then - feel Him near me; comforting me, loving me, and whispering to me that all will be well. Man, I love it when He does that.

So this week I dive head first into deep waters.
May God find me faithful to the story.
And may Elisha be proud.

Love to you all,
Melissa