Listening to this song on repeat: Hillsong Forever Reign
I loved this post: The Secret Relief You Have to Know when You're Overwhelmed
And, I love the peace of this blog: Small Things
I am reflected in these words as they mirror my soul as well: {Waterline at FPFG}
Mine is a soul that pleads for beauty. It's a visceral need, a longing cast far past wishful thinking. I have to track it down. When I do, I fold myself inside it, a shawl for the colder nights.
This is what's necessary for me to exist between the cracks of a life I never asked for, one I was too naive to hope for. I must see the good. I have got to believe this right here is holy.
The waterline inches up the glass, its delicate weight like a clipped rose, a ripe peach, a snoozing infant in my hands. This is what I want. I want this glass to be filled. If it sloshes over the sides? Even better.
But sometimes it fills by the drop. Some weeks I'm left pacing the smudged floors, my eyes darting to gauge where we're at. Is life good right now? Is it on its way?
Now and then the glass slips from my hands and I can't see hope for all the mess we've made. Those are the days I choose to start over in quiet.
This was a great read just before school started: Teaching from Rest: A Homeschoolers Guide to Unshakeable Peace {we are not Catholic as she is, but I found great encouragement here!}
The return of Slow Day to our home as we return to routine. I welcome Slow Day with open arms!
