park

Late last night I sat in front of a computer screen with two questions on it:
What worked this week?
What didn't work this week?

I spent probably 40 minutes, thinking and praying carefully through my last week, and evaluating what had been life-giving, and what had been life-taking, and as I thought and prayed, I wrote it down.

I've known since early in the week that it would be good to find the time to head for the park I often go to to think and pray. I've known I needed that time away from distractions, but I haven't been able to find it.

I love Saturday mornings. I sleep in a bit (usually 8-8:30ish - an hour and a half or two hours longer than I sleep the rest of the week) and then I generally get up and spend time with Jesus in my living room, quietly, before my roommate (who sleeps in quite a bit longer) gets up. I knew, though, that I needed the park time this week, so I checked with my roommate last night to make sure it was okay, and arranged to use her car (to save me walking to the bus, waiting for the bus, taking the bus, then reversing the process at the other end) for this time before she wakes up, and I'm headed for the park now.

I have a busy weekend ahead, and need this hour or so alone with Jesus.

See you later!