Today:
maybe I’ll get out of bed…or not…
actually that was yesterday too. My body feels like it is weighted down and difficult to move. I have muscle aches and nausea. Food is a perverse obsession. I try to fold laundry, but only make it through half the load.
I have laughed – about this all. I started a new puzzle. Played through most of the movie theme songs from our Disney mega-book, began reading a new novel, napped, watched netflix, pondered all day about walking outside and then actually ventured out – the stars were spectacular!
It’s time to shave my hair – I wear a hurley scull cap to cover it up. I think my eye lashes are falling out too…
In it all, I am being “wooed from the jaws of distress to a spacious place free from restriction (Job. 36:16). I have been given this picture of a spacious place. I know where it is. On the way up to Stillwood Camp, there is a spacious place.
It is a large, expansive, open field…a place to breath and run unhindered. It is a place of rescue and delight. It’s where I go to find hope and peace…and perhaps…joy. I am thankful for this space. “He brought me out into a spacious place; he rescued me because he delighted in me.” (Ps. 18:19)