Every day this year I am learning resiliency. To snap back into place like so much worn out elastic, always pulled and stretched in so many conflicting directions, and my spring is gone. So often I live a stretched life of threadbare weariness, sagging at the seams where all the parts of me connect. I need the deep inhale of God each morning and then all day long as my days tread heavily and sway in a rhythm of the mundane, feeding children, teaching them, cleaning up, sneaking glances on …
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For Those Soul-Heavy Days: Hope for the weary
There are days that weigh heavy on your soul. The alarm clock buzzes you awake like lightning bolts jolting your ears. And the rush of already late floods your soul before you’ve even begun. Your life has gone on without you again and you’re always running out of breath. Lagging behind, trying harder to keep up. There are days when swinging your legs over the side of your bed and standing on two feet leave you feeling crooked, as though your whole day was born slanted and you’re slipping …
