We just rolled back into Chicago about 9pm last evening after being at a conference in St. Louis for a week. We skipped out of town early. Honestly, the thought of sleeping in the teeeny weeenie bed another night with my 6'4" hubby nearly brought me to tears. For real. I didn't know how much my big fluffy bed meant to me.
Anyways, it's good to be home. Yet I have this sort of subtle anxiety about getting swept back up into the busyness that life tends to bring. I could sit for hours and think through all the stuff that made my heart sit up and listen. Yet i feel like I CAN NOT make myself sit down these days. I hate that. I want to sit. I NEED to sit is probably more true. I don't know how to balance it all. I mean there are 2 suitcases loaded with dirty undies waiting upstairs to be washed and then an empty fridge that requires filling and then errunds to be run and appointments to keep and old friends to pursue and new relationships to build. The list goes on and on. I came away from the conference with a deep sense that I miss God. I miss Him. He's so fun to have around and enjoy life with. He's so refreshing and fun. He brings light and peace and joy and laughter and wonder and fullness in the harshness of life and the everyday struggles that sort of ebb away at my soul. I hope he teaches me to enjoy him DEEPLY while I go to the post office and make a grocery list and figure out Christmas present ideas and clean up after my stinky birds etc etc etc
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