Permission to Rest
I’m not able to fully rest at home. Last Wednesday I woke with a pinched nerve and recovered just in time to lead a Friday/Saturday retreat. At home there were mounds of laundry. Tiny, flat, butterscotch-colored seeds…
I’m not able to fully rest at home. Last Wednesday I woke with a pinched nerve and recovered just in time to lead a Friday/Saturday retreat. At home there were mounds of laundry. Tiny, flat, butterscotch-colored seeds…
It’s just a couple of lines, not even a whole verse. These words from Isaiah 30:15, “In returning and rest you shall be saved; in quietness and trust will be your strength,” keeps being brought to the table, the Spirit’s…
It’s the kids’ bedtime and I can feel my intention for meaningful rest slipping away. I’m too weary to choose well. By the time the kids are kissed and prayed over, the dishes are done, and the dishwasher’s humming starts, I’m done too. Done.…