It’s happened again. Busyness, pouring out, showing up, all work and no play — and bam , I’m burnt out. Nothing left to give. Despite my outgoing nature, I need to retreat. Phase one: do my nails. Phase two: an expensive trip to Marshalls. Phase three: excuse myself from some normal engagements. Phase four: tell my hubby I need a day out in nature with him. Quite frankly, I’m sick of myself. My workouts have decreased. My career demands that my phone always be by my side, and unfortunately, I’ve turned to social media far too much. Now that I work from home, I’m beginning to feel in a slump in my own space. My haven is muddied by my workday. All of these things combined have me looking at what needs to change. I need to lose weight. I need a new house with a legitimate separate office. I need more business prospects. My hair is thinning, and time is slipping. Gratitude fades, and desire screams. To make matters worse I feel terrible for complaining. So much of my life is th...
Today I'm revisting two posts from June of this year. My regular devotional reading has me back in Ezekiel and back to the four living creatures. With the Hebrew calendar ending in September, today was the first day I asked the Lord for my word for this upcoming Hebrew year. All things considered, I felt it necessary to revist these posts. Now, I know of at least one dream that was not from the Lord. I'm not sure I am done learning about the ox, but I've learned a little. If I were a Bird Recently I had three separate people, in three distinct settings begin a thought with, "If I were a bird." Bizarre, right? At the first comment, I began to joyfully hear Nelly Furtado's "I'm Like a Bird" song in my head. By the third comment, in a matter of just forty-eight hours, I was curious. I could not recall ever hearing anyone share such a thought before, and then to have a few in a short matter of time had me wondering. Seemed either an odd coincidence...