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SWB: Bread and water are calling


Image Despondent found at blog Julie Oakley.

In light of a very busy July through August and almost September - I feel that in my heart, mind and body the bread of sleeping and the rest of water is calling loud in my ears.

I'm listening. Yes I am.

In the past week, the areas of life that have left me despondent were:


comments of criticism in an area that I thought(and know)I'd done a good job in. One of those can't made all the people happy all the time kind of things.

distance from my discipline of physical exercise due to an unusual schedule last week.

my frustration and impatience over a groups inflexibility in a comparatively small issue in a small arena, when huge conflict surrounding a hot topic issue and its real life effects to people and relationships are surrounding me and challenging me on too many levels.

my son's tumble off his bike earlier today, that may call for a doctor's check and a wrist x-ray in the morning instead of heading to the water park as I'd planned.

unexpected wheezy breathing and a migraine that won't quite give up over the last two days.



Cannoli image found at foodiebytes.


In the past week, the areas that gave me great comfort and joy were:


Watching a group of kids play a muddy game of Ga-ga ball with no thought of the suit of mud they were wearing at the end of the afternoon. I loved their ability to be in the moment of fun and play.

The patience of my family and friends in a very busy week and the support and encouragement they poured into me.

Singing and dancing without inhibition with 70 vbs kids all last week. "This little light of mine..."

The commitment of 26 volunteers that carried the activities of VBS and all that in involved in supporting a program for seventy children! Thank you all!

Seeing the children I've taught Bible lessons too all week immerse themselves in their imagination and the beauty of God's love letter to each one of them.

Enjoying cannoli and conversation at our ELCA New Orleans team reunion on Saturday night.

Laughter, laughter and laughter.

Oh and an unsolicited hug from my teenage daughter when she just knew I needed it.

I'm taking a few days to recharge my batteries. I'm heading towards the water as soon as possible. Even just looking at the water rise and fall will help to soothe the rough patches and bring more bread to the surface of my life.



Image found at blog See Katy Run.

May you too find water and bread all around you this week.
Peace.

Comments

Mel said…
Oh what great joys.....

I do hope the water brings you what you need.

I think I need some of that myself, yaknow?

*hugs*
Tara Lamont said…
Trying to get to the water - really I am.
Anonymous said…
I "feel" you on the headaches (allergy headaches for me last two days, not letting up today) and the lack of discipline with physical exercise (as I weighed in yesterday, five pounds up from a recent loss). How I need the bread and the water this week. Thanks for reminding me where to turn.
Tara Lamont said…
UP-
Hope you feel better soon. My head is much better today, now I'm off to have my son's wrist looked at. Hope it's not broken.

Yet I will look for bread and water in this day.
Julie Oakley said…
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