I realize I haven’t posted in a long time.
I have a reason. It’s called my kids are homeschooling this year. It’s nuts. And there’s no wiggle room. So, I’m busy teaching my kindergartner how to read and my second grader how to write reports.
I am also sorry to have generated concern! I should consider my dance with serious health issues when I take a writing hiatus. Next time, I will touch base more frequently just so everyone knows I’m still on this side of eternity!
As 2021 has rounded the corner, I find myself naturally gravitating toward a few new practices. I don’t recall making an intention to do them; They just seamlessly (and supernaturally) made their way into my life.
2. Using a metronome while practicing piano;
3. Painting my fingernails.
The first is something of a miracle. I have been encouraged to try yoga so many times, and I am not sure of anything I have resisted so vehemently. I wanted nothing to do with getting in touch with my body. I could barely stand existing in if, let alone cultivating awareness of my physical existence. And yet, here I am, paradoxically when my body feels more repulsive to me than ever. I am tending to it: Painting my fingernails; sitting still long enough to allow them to dry, and breathing into my places of deep discomfort.
I love the rhythms that God is slowly introducing into my life: As the metronome sets me into a steady pace, God is setting my heart and body to a rhythm of peace that aligns more with His.
I spent a season feeling like a massive failure, listening to the internalized lies that have for so long dominated my sense of God and self. He’s writing the true narrative into my heart, and I’m learning that indeed, His burden is easy and His yoke is light. He is liberating me from my own noise and my own chaos. He is setting me free from the chains of a lesser rule. He is speaking in the silences of my heart and breathing life into the hollows found in the quiet spaces.