Something weird has been happening to me lately. I’ll give you a for-instance.
It had been a long night, with various squabbles among my children, my husband, and me. I was upstairs, licking my wounds, and feeling unsettled.
Also, it was the Sabbath. I have been turning off my phone on the Sabbath.
My phone has a Spider Solitaire game. Playing it is a little worn rabbit’s foot I can run my fingers over.
In that moment, I wish I could say I was longing for peace, or for God’s presence, but what I really wanted was black and red cards lined up in comforting columns, and the ability to move a card with a satisfying swish of my finger.
Bliss.
I picked up my phone. I set it down. Picked it up.
Then I sighed and put it down one last time. I know from previous Sabbaths that there is a blessing that comes from doing without. It does not feel good in the moment, but at the end of the day it is cleansing and freeing.
Still, though, I was uncomfortable, and I did not want to be. The idea of doing anything soul-uplifting in that moment almost nauseated me. Pray? Read a good book? I simply couldn’t.
So I did something much smaller.
I’m over at SheLoves today, sharing about finding Jesus in my ticky-tack neediness, and everywhere. Join me?
Caution: “Following Your Dreams” Brings Resistance