I feel good.
Better than I have in a long time.
And it’s the routines,
The rhythms of sustainability that have brought me into this spaciousness,
Where the boundary lines are set in pleasant places.
I walk every day.
Take my vitamins.
Learning to drink more water.
I rise before dawn, nestle into my prayer chair. Journal, read, pray for a couple hours before my day begins.
Most days I’m in bed at the crack of 9:15, just after our household evening prayers.
Kirk and I have a “family meeting” weekly. Just the two of us, checking in with each other and talking about life and ministry.
Followed up with a date night. We still hold hands. :o)
I take two days off a week. Back to back. A proper weekend.
Consisting of a day of preparation and a sabbath.
I bake and do felting.
Working quietly with my hands.
Sounds a bit rigid, routinized.
But is allowing me more freedom than I could ever have imagined.
Carving space to allow my soul to be nurtured and prosper.
I can breathe now.
“Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.” ~ Matthew 11:28-30 (The Message)