It’s tempting to curl up and miss last year. I am one of a few for whom 2020 had been the best year of our lives so far. It was; and the best is yet to come.

I had a great opening line that I let get away from me a week ago. It was going to set tone and direction for a soul-cozy post on the cusp of September, but a list will have to do instead . . .

  • For the past few days I’ve been feeling like I want my life back . . . like I need an 8th day in the week. Which means I must be living wrong . . . since His grace is sufficient for me and since I voluntarily relinquished my life {and time and energy} to do His will. And He is not cruel or unfaithful. He remembers me and He holds the desires of my heart close to His.
  • I really complicated my life a little bit my outgrowing my designer denim. Ha. Of course, at the time I wasn’t expecting to launch into a big-girl career that required me to get dressed and leave the house everyday. I’m thinking once I get back in the rhythm of a solid pro-biotic I’ll be back in the luckys in no time. If nothing else, I’m hopefully not far from being able to invest in new ‘PiEcEs” for my wardrobe, ha. I’d really rather tone it up by the time the temperatures cool than buy new a size up, ya know?
  • One of my favorite moments to live through is a good coffee roast with goat milk and maca to cut the caffeine, cozy blush bedding, and Josh Garrels exhorting me to Exalt the Lord Our God . . . with a view of Outside from my window.
  • The firm I work for is really into Time-Blocking. I am not, ha. It feels like a cosmic hilarity because God just got finished telling me to let go of schedule; and let go of routine. And they’re all Time Block Your Life, Queen. I get it. And in a sense, I do slash have already been a time blocker . . . the queen of planned spontaneity. I guess I tend to block in days instead of hours, though. Like at some point in the day – when the whim wafts me – I will do X, Y, Z. I heard that’s a more feminine way to live, anyway. And that’s what I’m here for. Hence the 8th day I think I need, but don’t. What I really need is slowing down and sitting with God and listening. Being still. And not allowing my self or my heart to become hurried by the world I’m sent to work in.

. . . & & // happy adulting.

Blessed be the Lord, who daily bears us up;
God is our salvation.

s e l a h

Psalm 68:19

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