It’s Friday, and you’ve made it through another week.
Some of you have made it through “somehow”, hanging on by your toes, holding back tears, and wanting to hide in a hole. It’s gonna be ok. Be gentle with yourself.
For some of you it’s Friday and your stomach is in knots or in butterflies or in whatevers and you’re nervous or fearful because even though it’s Friday you still feel like Rocky going into the ring. The hard conversations, or pressure to produce, or scary diagnosis doesn’t disappear for the weekend. It’s gonna be ok. Be gentle with yourself.
And others have come to this Friday “triumphantly”, feeling like you want to high five the checkout girl and the barista and maybe even give a thumbs up to the person who cuts you off in traffic. We’ll try to be happy for you. :). Celebrate!
At the end of the week, what do you do to care for yourself? What is most nourishing to your soul?
For me it’s getting outside biking, walking, playing – soaking up the beauty of the world, and relationships where there’s meaningful conversation and lots of laughter and hugs.
Reading is replenishing too, but lately I have felt a check in my spirit. A caution that I need to live more than I read.
I fear we (I!) get sucked into collecting sound bites, hoarding information, sharing pithy tweets, taking lots of notes and not allow any of it to seep into our souls and change us into people who look more like Jesus.
We read more than we live.
We quote more than we do.
We know more about praying than we pray, know more about serving than we serve.
I need to live what I know.
If I fasted from reading for a time, would my hands and feet and heart ever catch up with my head?
Note the title of this post. I just added the parenthesis. I sat down today, fully intending to share a couple book reviews and do a give-away, but I prayed and…well, this is what came instead. Thoughts?
