I am about to give birth–metaphorically speaking, that is. Since August, I have been involved with numerous large projects, one upon the other. The project pile reached its climax (or so I imagined) with the Great Vigil of Easter.
Even with a little “R and R”, my soul and physical self are not at ease.
A hectic weekend and two very intense days bring me to this moment of packing and prepping to embark on a deeply longed for time of retreat.
I need to sort through a few things–some disappointments, some exhaustion, a side of old anger and a cup or two of overdue forgiveness. Add long walks, reading, art journaling and a great deal of sleep and I hope to bake a perfect cake.
I am not a very good baker, however. My cakes are always a bit lopsided and smooth frosting evades me.
What I do hope for realistically is a dash of clarity and serenity.
I will return to change and transition. I’d like to believe that I know what this change will be, but it is still so uncertain. People are coming and going in my place of ministry and I have no certainty about my role in the aftermath.
Serenity. Peace. Calm. Trust.
These are the gifts I desire. I will pray for an open heart. An open mind.
And then, we shall carry on.
If you have an extra prayer this week, I can use it. Thanks.