Sunday, April 25, 2010
12:12
I'm pondering Romans 12:12 today: "Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer."
Sunday Stuff
It's 10:00 on Sunday morning.
I'm propped in bed, waiting for the moment when silence upstairs tells me that Grandma has left for church.
Then, I spring into action. Sort of.
Laundry. Washing the sheets on my bed and towels in the bathroom. Various cleaning tasks. Taking the garbage out.
But it's Sunday, and I'm feeling reflective too.
Tired. Longing.
Pondering the internal stuff. The stuff that is shifting and changing inside me. The stuff I'm still hesitating to say out loud, or even in writing, in fear that it will dissipate in the face of exposure to the world.
I'm thinking about timing. About God's timing and mine.
And more of those "you want me to what?" moments.
I'm waiting and praying.
Remembering moments of laughter from last night, which was so much better and less awkward than I thought it would be.
Thinking about relationships, and the shifts inside of me that I'm feeling there too.
Later, there will be family stuff. At least a little family stuff.
Some meal planning. Cooking perhaps.
Possibly some yoga, to stretch the muscles that ache this morning, telling me that yesterday's massage really did work and ease the muscles in my shoulders, neck and back - leftovers from an accident that is now three months in the past.
Maybe a conversation with friends.
Or, if the weather permits, a walk at the zoo or in the park. The weather likely won't permit today, but it's a nice thought.
It's Sunday, and this is my day.
Not quite what my Sunday's once were, but quiet and routine in it's own, different way.
I'm propped in bed, waiting for the moment when silence upstairs tells me that Grandma has left for church.
Then, I spring into action. Sort of.
Laundry. Washing the sheets on my bed and towels in the bathroom. Various cleaning tasks. Taking the garbage out.
But it's Sunday, and I'm feeling reflective too.
Tired. Longing.
Pondering the internal stuff. The stuff that is shifting and changing inside me. The stuff I'm still hesitating to say out loud, or even in writing, in fear that it will dissipate in the face of exposure to the world.
I'm thinking about timing. About God's timing and mine.
And more of those "you want me to what?" moments.
I'm waiting and praying.
Remembering moments of laughter from last night, which was so much better and less awkward than I thought it would be.
Thinking about relationships, and the shifts inside of me that I'm feeling there too.
Later, there will be family stuff. At least a little family stuff.
Some meal planning. Cooking perhaps.
Possibly some yoga, to stretch the muscles that ache this morning, telling me that yesterday's massage really did work and ease the muscles in my shoulders, neck and back - leftovers from an accident that is now three months in the past.
Maybe a conversation with friends.
Or, if the weather permits, a walk at the zoo or in the park. The weather likely won't permit today, but it's a nice thought.
It's Sunday, and this is my day.
Not quite what my Sunday's once were, but quiet and routine in it's own, different way.
Daily 5 - Day 254
I kept a whole long list of good stuff for today on a notepad in my purse, but now that I've finally crashed into my bed, the notepad and purse aren't in reach, so I'll keep it short and sweet.
- Slow, quiet morning
- successful errands
- a much anticipated and very helpful massage appointment.
- Made another new recipe and it turned out really well
- had great fun at a bridal/lingerie shower for L. tonight
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Saturday Links
Just a few quick reads today:
Hope wrote about praying for compassion, and about silence and secrets, among other things. Her words hit home this morning.
Seth Godin wrote about choosing your critics. Another good piece of advice.
Hope wrote about praying for compassion, and about silence and secrets, among other things. Her words hit home this morning.
Seth Godin wrote about choosing your critics. Another good piece of advice.
3000 - Thankful
This is the 3000th time in just over 5 years that I've shown up here.
That number seems crazy and immense to me. That 3000 times in the last five years I've felt like there was something worth sharing, or, sometimes, that I simply needed a place to show up and be myself.
It's way too early to be awake on a Saturday, and I've been lying here already for an hour and a half. I felt better about that early waking when I remembered that I went to bed very early last night, and, counting backwards, waking interruptions aside, realized I still slept for close to eight hours. Sweet.
It will be a full day.
Errands this morning.
A much needed appointment for a massage.
Time with family.
A bridal shower for L. tonight.
Almost daunting, from the perspective I have still half-laying in bed, so early in the day.
And yet, I'm thankful.
Thankful for what the outcome of the errands will be.
Thankful for an email from a dear friend, advising of her safe return.
Thankful for eight hours of quiet, if not of sleep, even if they ended sooner than I would have preferred.
Thankful for the timing of a badly needed massage appointment.
Thankful that tonight I get to participate in celebrating L, and her upcoming marriage to my brother.
Thankful for this blog space, that I've been able to show up at and be myself. 3000 times in the last five or so years.
I think it's going to be a good day, but even if it all goes sour, I can pause and remember these moments, in the dawning of the day, where there was and is so much to be thankful for.
That number seems crazy and immense to me. That 3000 times in the last five years I've felt like there was something worth sharing, or, sometimes, that I simply needed a place to show up and be myself.
It's way too early to be awake on a Saturday, and I've been lying here already for an hour and a half. I felt better about that early waking when I remembered that I went to bed very early last night, and, counting backwards, waking interruptions aside, realized I still slept for close to eight hours. Sweet.
It will be a full day.
Errands this morning.
A much needed appointment for a massage.
Time with family.
A bridal shower for L. tonight.
Almost daunting, from the perspective I have still half-laying in bed, so early in the day.
And yet, I'm thankful.
Thankful for what the outcome of the errands will be.
Thankful for an email from a dear friend, advising of her safe return.
Thankful for eight hours of quiet, if not of sleep, even if they ended sooner than I would have preferred.
Thankful for the timing of a badly needed massage appointment.
Thankful that tonight I get to participate in celebrating L, and her upcoming marriage to my brother.
Thankful for this blog space, that I've been able to show up at and be myself. 3000 times in the last five or so years.
I think it's going to be a good day, but even if it all goes sour, I can pause and remember these moments, in the dawning of the day, where there was and is so much to be thankful for.
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