I think of God, I am restless,
I ponder, and my spirit faints.
As I wrestle with my need to rest, the irony is not lost on me. I wonder if God is amused or heartbroken.
Late in the afternoon, after plenty of sleep and plenty of water and plenty of self-care, I feel like myself again. I offer a prayer of thanks as my soul is flooded with relief. And as I carefully pick up the pieces of my life and work, I hear the voice of the Holy One reminding me to be gentle with myself. I have so much to learn.