“If your heart is broken, you’ll find GOD right there; if you’re kicked in the gut, he’ll help you catch your breath.”Psalm 34:18 MSG
I didn’t notice the subtle shift. My head and my heart seemed to be settling down. There was finally a place to catch my breath. As I reflect on the days behind, I see that they each held a small treasure: a good book; a simple hat on the needles; a wonderful evening of stories about community and knitting; a sweet time introducing our tiny person to his great grampa; the quiet, loving presence of my husband and daughters.
This morning I remembered this simple wall quilt and I know that later today, I will pull out a piece of linen and begin stitching something new.
I finally pulled out the box of nativities on Friday. This is usually the first box of decorations that I bring in from the garage but, as I think I have mentioned, December has given me a wild ride. Friday was the last day of school and the beginning of my Christmas break so right after a little nap, I began to set up the nativities. I like to have a nativity in each room. I have a few more but this year, I am trying to keep things simple so I only set up four. Just enough to greet me and remind me where my focus needs to be.
Some years, I have kept the baby Jesus pieces to put out on Christmas but this year, it was the baby piece that I wanted to see. Our own tiny person is just two weeks old. I had some extended time with him yesterday while our daughter’s made cookies. I thought it was a pretty clever plan! I got baby time and a plate of yummy cookies.
Not much of a pause today. I have done very little to make sure there are gifts under the tree so I will head out after church. The week ahead will be busy with family visits and plans.
It is very easy to let the weekend get swept away, to try and tackle long to do lists, errands, chores, all the things that were left undone during the work week. But Sunday, that should be a place where we can pause, if only for a few deep breathes. I am working on this, a Sunday pause, it is going to take some practice.
I am a morning person. Even as a teenager, I did not sleep in. I like mornings, like getting to work early, well before most of my co-workers. But lately, I have been waking much too early, my mind buzzing with plans and ideas and a few worries. I am hoping it will be a short season of sleeplessness. For now, I am up early, taking the time to knit a few extra rows, sip a cup of coffee, do a bit of journaling, and trying very hard to ignore all the articles that tell me how much sleep I need. I think it is a good morning for some bacon.