I wanted to write a post about two thousand & six, but I couldn't think of much that happened. Isn't that sad? How can a year of your life go by without you noticing?
It's 4:30 pm ... the time of day when the sun hits the windows of the building across the street, sending blinding reflections of the day into my little office space. A shining reminder that in thirty minutes I get make the familiar drive to Broadway Street. A place that I hated a month ago, but that I don't mind so much anymore. I actually kind of like it these days.
I don't have plans tonight, which is always an interesting situation for me. I've gotten so used to the fast pace of life that when there is free time, I don't know how to handle it. I go through all the file folders in my brain trying to think of things that I've been meaning to do, people I've been meaning to get in touch with, things I need to organize. I can't sit still. Sometimes I think that this is a good characteristic in me. Very productive, finding a purpose for every minute of the day. But sometimes I think it is a means of hiding. I don't think I was still in two thousand & six. Didn't take the time to sit, rest, think, pray. Like Martha, consumed by the petty things, leaving no time for the important.
I don't make resolutions because I never measure up to them. But I hope that this year the Lord teaches me be okay with resting, and to soak in the things and people around me.