Fridays are becoming my day of rest, of taking a break, of
taking time to take care of me. I am
finding Fridays are the day I take care of the things that may not be the most
fun, like laundry and such, but those things bring me into communion with my
home and they help me stay connected with the rhythm here. Some loaves of frozen bread dough transformed
into fresh bread, some plants were reorganized as some of the outdoor plants
need to come in soon to winter over, a decent meal was prepared and a trip to
Target accomplished. These tasks send me
back to the days when my main responsibility was to maintain our home and raise
our children. As much as I am looking
forward, these moments of looking back and reconnecting with whom I am at my
depths give me a certain peace I cannot find elsewhere.
Unable to find ways to bring peace into my being lately
seems to be what has been causing my internal anxiety about school and life and
my future. Sometimes it takes the
comfort of the familiar to refresh enough to step into the risks that the next
days, weeks, months and years have in store.
O Heavenly Father, thank you for giving me time to take care
of myself in ways that are familiar and comforting. In times of stress it is easy to feel guilty
for what is not being accomplished, even when plenty is being accomplished,
often as the better part, fulfilling the real needs. Finding personal moments of peace are ways to
stay connected with self and with you.
Thank you for this special time.
Amen.