I don't take time off. I don't take sick days unless I'm beyond reaching across to pull the sheets off my bed, sick.
But the Lord knows my heart deeper. He called me today. He woke me up with yearning for his love and his word. For the deepest of intimate dates with him. And time together of solace.
I've been battling a cold and sore throat all week -- DayQuil and NyQuil are taken in double doses. Stress stopped my muscles from movement. Fainting took turn instead. Students clam over me like personal oysters, sucking the life from my bones and draining me until all that was left was hurting disrespect and a crinkled, soiled soul. And coming to terms with things with Will hurt and ache and fill and refresh and hurt and ache all over again.
And so with lots of tears yesterday over loss of heritage, generation gap, needing and wanting my mom so badly, and feeling like damaged goods, the Lord sent me to bed with another heaving bout of coughs. And I called in sick today.
So I'm strapped underneath a cozy blanket, a dimly lit lantern, and blogging with my Bible and my journal on my lap and fresh banana bread warmed from the oven, and called to be His today. Intimately, purposeful, loved, beneath the shelter of His wings today. To let Him hold my heart and be his, and his alone today.
Blessing Note: I rejoice in the Lord. I take such beauty in today because what has happened with teaching, is that Sunday ends up to be church and the work, and the Sabbath has lost its intimate time. And the week is pulling at life and schedule and teaching, and Saturdays end up a pulling of lists of errands and necessities, and I never get filled, or enough personal time with the Lord to really know him and draw near to him.
So the Lord blessed me and cares over my heart today as he draws me to himself. Pulling us closer and more intimately together, so that I am satisfied as his and he is the Lord over and within me I love the Lord. I love his unconditional pleasure and pursuit of me.
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