oops.

obviously, i'm doing an excellent job at blogging every day. oops. oh well.

i've been thinking on the topic of sabbath lately.

resting.
solitude.
silence.
prayer.
confession.
humility.

taking time to remember that at the end of the day, even if i produce absolutely nothing, i am loved.

what a difficult thing to swallow.

i am not very good at resting.
i fight against silence.
just this morning, driving to work, i had to make a great effort to turn off the radio and drive in silence.
and then, in that silence, my mind raced. and raced. and raced.

there's a whisper going on in my heart, in my spirit, telling me to write more. to slow down and write. writing is a frightening thing for me, a people pleaser, an enneagram "two", a recovering codependent. even while writing in this blog, i find myself hitting the delete button more often than i'd like.

so maybe there is a tie between these two things in my life.
a connection between this need for rest, and this need to write.
that for me, journaling is a way to help my mind from racing out of control while still being at peace.


we'll see where all of this takes me.
but i'm feeling a sense of calm in my spirit that i have missed.
a feeling that i haven't felt in a long, long time.

here's to rest.