I wish I could bottle my day. Well, minus about an hour at bedtime, but someday I might miss that too. I had a calm morning, hours at church that were truly fulfilling to me. Messages that spoke to me, that answered questions, were given in each meeting. Topics covered that I didn’t realize were so pertinent to my soul right now. Tears surfaced that surprised me and made me wonder where they came from. Peace. Happiness. A feeling that I’m right where I belong and that there is a lot of good to do here. Feeling blessed that I am surrounded by people who, the more I get to know, the more I love. There is a see-saw going on in my stomach as I wrestle with being overwhelmed and the temptation to hide from stuff coming my way, and then a feeling of calm and knowing that whatever the next while brings, I’ll handle it. We’ll handle it. We’ll be ok.
A good Sunday nap, a clean kitchen… both work wonders for me. As does a happy family.