I wish to write.
But writing means digging. Digging means quiet. Quiet means time.
All of those things are just beyond my fingertips.
So I give you a slow Sunday afternoon. A mulled cider candle is flickering, another end-of-the-world disaster movie is playing (my latest timekiller), my current read is bookmarked and waiting... this is just that sort of Sunday afternoon. I'm still chewing on an amazing message at church this morning. The kind that has me looking at 1 John 4:10 again and again and again. Isn't this the greatest love story every told?
M just stirred from her nap and has now snuggled her toes underneath my legs. I have to remind myself to not feel guilty for such moments of leisure. Somewhere along the road, I listened to the "if you're resting, you're lazy" mantra. Never more does my belief in that lie surface more than when I'm actually resting.
Anyway, that was a random rabbit trail.
So today, we're resting. Watching movies. Reading books. Tucking our toes under blankets. Not feeling guilty. Here's some Sunday tidbits.
1. On my wishlist. Not Another Bill. 2. With a birthday coming up this week, it means I'm almost at the end of a decade. 3. Super depressing song. Really catchy tune. Band of Horses' Detlef Shrempf. But seriously, don't listen if you don't want to be sad. 4. Books I want to get for Madeleine. 5. Another wishlist. Kinfolk subscription. 6. Morning, noon and night. And with whole beans to grind and friends to share it with, who could turn it down?
Happy Sunday-ing friends. The weekend is wrapping up. Squeeze it all for what it's worth.