This morning I spent some time, just me, my eggs and coffee, the singing birds, and The Word.
Self care looks different for everyone, but an ounce of quiet is soothing to my maternal chapter. I read again the tale of Jesus feeding the crowd of five thousand men. We don't know how many women and children were there, but the total sounds something like the number that is gathered at my family reunions. :)
I find it hard, to make sure to save space for my care and well being. It doesn't take long. Maybe fifteen minutes in the word. Maybe an hour at the gym. Maybe a dinner with my friend. It is so hard for me to say "I have time for that". I can say it is my family, my children, or my husband, but that is me allowing myself to come last. Whether it is regular teeth cleanings or a cup-topping visit with a soul sister, I need to take care of myself, I need to be honest about what works for me, if I am to take care of my family in the very best way.
Today, before I head out in support of the new coffee shop!!! before I emerge to greet old friends and make new, I need this quiet. I need space for prayer. My eggs. And this coffee.
The song birds are icing on the cake!
Have a beautiful day, friends!
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