Restinghouse

Something in my soul is telling me to get off of my butt and get to work.

I am glad I am not listening so much to my soul as my soul has a habit of being listened to.  So there is a bunch of shouting going on in my head..

There is a new kind of taking care of my self that is happening that is finally right.  It includes getting rest when it is available.  "It is just wrong to spend the whole day on the couch."  You said it.  You must believe it.  That does not require me to believe it anymore.

That is really the core.  The perspective that guides my responses I adopted.  It seems the most normal and natural thing, yet it is only normal because it is my normal.  The supernatural thing on the leading edge for me right now is all of those lies and self-protection schemes that were so automatic now being shown in the light and abandoned as ineffective.  And I am grateful.

So, Father help us to see clearly through the mud of our scars.  Wow.  Ain't that a mixed metaphor.  Thank you for the grace to wallk away from the rut.