Ironically enough, Labor Day is a day of rest. I would rather they call it 'No Labor Day' as opposed to the former which carries with it a sense that people should be working, not resting. But, we all know that the best part about Labor Day is the day to barbeque. Tonight, we had the luxury of barbequeing beachfront, a perfect combination of relaxation and restoration. I took to the grill for only the 3rd time in my life, secretly crossing my fingers that the chicken was well marinated and still moist for the family, who has never before tasted barbeque. Success.
I have spent the past nine months practically living practically from a suitcase, wondering how my affairs are holding up in storage, trying to keep organized, and trying to relax. I hope this makes sense, but I can feel peace. I can feel the weakening pulls of anxiety slipping away as I become more even-keeled. It has been nine months since I have spent time with my parents, nine months since I have used my kitchenware, nine months since I have stepped foot into my own house, nine months since I have taken yoga. I have spent nine months engaged in a series of activities that are foreign to me. I am thrilled to again be among that which is familiar. I have reformulated my understanding of the word 'comfort.' I need less and less for a schedule to control my daily activities and more and more to follow His lead in the morning. I walk with my shoulders back as I place my feet in His footprints. It's true, you know. Joy does, in fact, come with the morning.
I have spent the past nine months practically living practically from a suitcase, wondering how my affairs are holding up in storage, trying to keep organized, and trying to relax. I hope this makes sense, but I can feel peace. I can feel the weakening pulls of anxiety slipping away as I become more even-keeled. It has been nine months since I have spent time with my parents, nine months since I have used my kitchenware, nine months since I have stepped foot into my own house, nine months since I have taken yoga. I have spent nine months engaged in a series of activities that are foreign to me. I am thrilled to again be among that which is familiar. I have reformulated my understanding of the word 'comfort.' I need less and less for a schedule to control my daily activities and more and more to follow His lead in the morning. I walk with my shoulders back as I place my feet in His footprints. It's true, you know. Joy does, in fact, come with the morning.
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