And a whirlwind it was.

P r o c e s s i n g

I realized that writing is the way in which I take time to breathe, gather my thoughts, meditate, and organize all that The Lord is teaching me into coherent words that I can digest.

As you can see, I have not written in the past NINE months. Although I could attribute that to the madness that comes with first year teaching, grad school classes to top, and numerous other excuses, I think I can simply say that it was all due to my simple neglect of finding joy in rest. I have honestly forgotten what that feels like. Instead of taking those rare free times to simply write, I have instead filled it with other activities, which, though fun in their own ways, have not been fulfilling. Such fleeting satisfactions! Reflecting these past few days has taught me the importance and grand purpose of the Sabbath. God rested. THE GOD OF THE UNIVERSE even rested. Surely a tiny being like me would innately desire rest as well...I was made in His image, was I not?

"And he said to them, “Come away by yourselves to a desolate place and rest a while.” For many were coming and going, and they had no leisure even to eat. ³² And they went away in the boat to a desolate place by themselves." -Mark 6: 31-32       

So here I am. I am back. A part of me misses those carefree college days when I could easily curl up in an abandoned nook of an academic building and type my heart away. Now I must fight to grasp these times because they surely don't come to me by chance. Father, take me to that desolate place to rest a while in your presence. Take me away on that boat to that place, just You and me.