I'm back. I'm rested. I'm ready to roll.
My husband starts his new job tomorrow, so we decided (due, in part, to the advice of some friends and family) to take the last week off. To rest. To enjoy each other's company. Before we're both-feet-in to this next season of life.
We didn't really go anywhere. We did, but we slept in our own bed every night. We took day trips, we ate great food, we slept in, and got massages. We talked about the present and the future and listened to Timothy Keller pod casts during long car rides. We took our time; we took in the sights, the smells, and the sounds.
One of the many ways my husband has made me a better person in the almost-8 years since I've known him is that he's taught me about what it means to rest. It's not "trying to be productive while I give my butt and legs some rest," it's not "doing what someone else thinks I should be doing for rest." It's identifying what will bring me rest, rejuvenation, a little energy for the coming hours or days...and then doing it. For 15 minutes, 20, an hour, a day, or in this case, pretty much the whole week.
Rest is part of the natural rhythms of life; it's necessary for full and joyful life.
So rest we did, and so on we go with joy under our arms, and energy for this next chapter of our lives.
I'll be back next week with updates on church and transitioning, half marathon training, and anything else you may (or may not) want to know.
Until then, I wish you a week full of moments that make your heart swell, healthy and satisfying food, great company, and reminders on what really matters.
Lots of love,