I took the day off yesterday. I wasn’t sick. My kids weren’t sick. I just needed a day. A day to catch up on life – real life – the kind you feel, not the kind you do.
I had a lovely breakfast at my favorite taco spot, but as I left I was at a loss. Five hours until I pick up kids from school. How do I spend it? How do I make this day valuable? My practical list of tasks begging for my attention is long – clean, sort, organize, purchase…
My body has been asking for rest. Should I read and nap all day? Maybe book a massage?
And writing! How I’ve longed to have a day to devote to writing!
None of these options seem like they will fulfill the purpose of this precious day. But the clock is ticking. So I begin to voice my frustration to God, “God, you know what this feeling is much more than I do. It’s this restlessness. It’s this not having enough. This not being enough. It’s this heaviness even when things are good. What I’m really asking is, how do I make this ache go away?”
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