Looking Hard

In the middle of the week in the middle of the afternoon I curl up under a blanket, turn on the TV, and watch a Hallmark movie.

Once I longed to have time and opportunity to do such a thing. Then, when my time was my own, I made myself too busy to consider it.

Now, my body feels worn out and my mind is just as weary. Sofa time in the middle of the afternoon is less luxury and more necessity.

Surely there are gifts hidden in fatigue. One just has to look a little harder to see them.

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Simple happy.

An email exchange.

Maya curled up asleep on my lap.

Raw vegetables.

Loose leaf tea.

Bran muffins and oatmeal cookies cooling on the counter.

Thanks so much for stopping by. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects.
  1. You are reminding me that I push myself too hard, even when it’s not necessary. Old habits die hard, I guess. Thanks for the nudge to act my age – haha!

  2. Thanks for adding a cupful of grace to my day! I won’t feel guilty when I lie down on the sofa or the bed next time.

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