Enough already. 7! Day 7! I've got to get crackin' on this study thing, don't I? I mean what kind of brilliant mind massage and spirit sauna have I had in the past week? Pot roast in a cabin? Flunking hand therapy? Reading a novel in which everyone on earth appears to be a character. (He does a decent job on you, I thought, but I completely disagree with that thing he said about your ears. Just ignore it.)
I was a woman on a mission this morning. What says study leave to you? What two things embody the full breadth of possibility in a ministerial sabbatical, no matter how brief? What would the good minister start the day off with?
No kidding. From 8 AM until midnight I... no, not meditated. That was 20 minutes in the car parked in front of the house when the rain was pelting on the roof. For the bulk of 16 hours I sorted, organized, recycled, deciphered, and filed.
It was miserable. Tomorrow I am doing kitchen karaoke with the kids before school, crawling back into bed and reading or sleeping all day.
Discernment: Doing the expected thing is not necessarily doing the right thing.
Reading: Yes! magazine and two sentences to a paragraph on a thousand pieces of paper.