We should be getting into Zephaniah Chapter 3 today.
The spirit is willing, but the flesh sucks.
There are a lot of things that I need to do this week. It’s only Monday and I’m already exhausted. When I’m tired like this, I don’t have the brain-power available to do justice to any kind of writing.
I’m taking two weeks off. My plan is to meet you back here on October 24.
Until then, rock out to the truth of this song.
The Five Minute Friday ladies offered to take up a bail money collection for me tonight.
That’s friendship right there.
Kate and all of us. We: break.
Honestly? I just want a break. From the demands. From the worries. From the illness. From cataloging DVDs. (Yes, really). From laundry and the noise of the dishwasher and the dogs barking and the planning and the grocery lists and ALL THE THINGS.
I want to go into Super Introvert Mode. Able to morph into a blanket burrito in a single roll.
There are things that make me want to poke my eyes out. (That’s a bit graphic). If some people would just step up… If others would just calm down… If my hair would do the same thing two days in a row… If I just had this, could just do that, had the opportunity for…
I look up to the mountains;
does my strength come from mountains?
No, my strength comes from God,
who made heaven, and earth, and mountains.
He won’t let you stumble,
your Guardian God won’t fall asleep.
Not on your life! Israel’s
Guardian will never doze or sleep.
God’s your Guardian,
right at your side to protect you—
Shielding you from sunstroke,
sheltering you from moonstroke.
God guards you from every evil,
He guards your very life.
He guards you when you leave and when you return,
He guards you now, He guards you always. – Psalm 121 (MSG)
I lean my head back against the couch and close my eyes as the dishwasher drones on and Chris blows his nose. (Poor guy’s been hit with a nasty cold). And I wonder: Are there breaks to be found even in the chaos? Am I looking at this all wrong, thinking that rest is something that must be scheduled, must take up a whole day (or five) on the calendar?
God protects me. Uplifts me. Guides me. Shades me from sun and from moon. Never sleeps.
He is active in my chaos, smoothing the way when best, giving me strength to make it over the lumps when best. He knows. And I think, in the middle of it all, He invites me to take little breaks. Little pauses. To breathe deeply.
To be with Him.
Lisa-Jo took a break from hosting Five Minute Friday this week, but some of the ladies at the Twitter party (#fmfparty) decided to go ahead and link up anyway, via Marisa’s blog. I left the group chat early last night, so I’m coming to this late in the day, which is rather appropriate since they all decided that the prompt should be “break.”
I don’t know what to write.
Seriously, I don’t know what to write. That is abnormal. And the fact that there’s a timer ticking down in the background doesn’t make this any easier.
Two weeks into this detox/withdrawal thing and I feel…weird. That’s kind of anticlimactic and probably obvious from my previous posts, but that’s the best word I’ve got. It’s just weird. I have this sense of being broken, not emotionally, but physically, and that it’s going to take time, maybe a lot of time, to be put back together.
One minute, forty-six seconds. That’s how much time is left and I can’t string a decent sentence together. This might be the single most pointless blog post I’ve ever written, and yet I’m going to publish it. Because sometimes you feel broken and you don’t know what to write.
And that’s okay.
To read all the posts in The Detox Diaries series, go here.