You know that feeling you get after you’ve just taken your airplane in for an emergency landing on the side of a wooded mountain, and you’re wandering around the forest dazed and concussed, delighted that you survived the ordeal, but not quite able to comprehend what just happened?

Yeah, me neither. But I bet it would feel kind of like I feel right now.

In mid-May, I took my last tests and turned in my last papers, completing my B.A. at Northwestern College. I celebrated by getting a whopping virus that kept me huddled in my bed, popping ibuprofen in an attempt to keep my fever down, for the better part of two weeks. I emerged from flu-ville just as my kids finished their school year, and their first day of summer vacation was also the first day of VBS at my church.

I got the five-year-old’s, and a whole new respect for kindergarten teachers. Because 33 five-year-olds in one room? Wow.

Somehow during these four weeks of chaos, I held frantic conversations (in a raspy, barely-there voice) with a half-dozen college administration-sorts, got officially enrolled in North Park Theological Seminary, and started my internship at Mission Covenant Church.

AND, I got a tweet from someone saying they had just bought Called Out!, the youth curriculum I wrote for Christians for Biblical Equality. Which was something of a shock, because I thought it was still several months away from release. But how exciting! More about that soon, and the Called Out! videos that are still in production.

So, yeah. The blog has been kind of quiet, and since I haven’t quite found my sea legs yet, it might stay pretty quiet for another couple weeks. Or it might not. The only cure I know for this feeling is a lot of housecleaning (because you can do that without thinking) and sitting at the beach (because you can do that without thinking, too). Once I’ve scrubbed away the cobwebs and gotten enough sand between my toes to regain a sense of equilibrium, I’ll be back to my regularly scheduled blogging.

So, how’s your summer going?