The night I wrote the last post, I prayed to God a version of “Jesus, take the wheel!” I asked Him to take me in hand, take charge of me. I turned myself over to His far more capable hands. God will often take me in hand whether or not I ask for it. I can tell it’s Him when I’m near the breaking point and my schedule suddenly clears, creating the space I need. When this happens, I feel cared for, taken care of. I know I am not alone. I know He’s there watching over me.
After praying the prayer, I promptly fell asleep and didn’t wake up until 8 am. Usually, if I get called to a school, I get a call by 6:30 am. It made me smile. I had the space I asked for. I took a shower, put the dishes away, got the laundry going, and cleaned my room. I always feel a great deal better with a clean room and clean house. For most of the rest of the day, I laid on my bed and edited Peggy’s book for typos. It was quiet, it was peaceful. It was good reading. It was exactly what I needed.
Today I am only working four hours. I’ll get to go home for lunch and work on other projects like websites, Natalie’s quilt, and repainting my toes. I also need to watch the Zodiac dance on video to figure out how we did it. Then I get to reteach it to Stacey who I believe has it in muscle memory after a refresher, (I am hoping this is true of me as well), and to Shari if she wants to learn it. Stacey and I did it as a duet two years ago and are working on reviving it.
I might even go throw myself in the pool again- this time with a bathing suit.
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