…on which I woke up at a mellow pace, had a fruitful time in prayer, went to the gym, and am now brewing some coffee with little on the agenda until a friend’s graduation party this afternoon.
In other words, the kind of dawning weekend most folks desire, but which is too often eclipsed. This is especially true over the years of care giving. Weekends? Holidays? Vacations? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I read a novel for a library book club (yes, I can go to things like that if so inclined these days). The title evokes some of my perception. Care giving calls on us to bury a good chunk of life, especially our many preferences if we are true to the task.
Aspects of who I am are being excavated these days. It’s uncomfortable rediscovering them. Was I lazy or a failure to have let them get buried? Shouldn’t I have kept life in better balance?
Or are such burials loving sacrifices?
These and questions like them exercise my heart today. I am thankful that I have the time and space to ponder them.