Welcome back! Apologies for the delay in programming. I’ve been on an unexpected sabbatical of sorts for the last few months. Some significant health challenges for our family and some major upheavals in the social justice work I’m involved with resulted in me dropping some balls. This, sadly, being one of them.
Ironically, during this season I have become more convinced than ever about the importance of fellowship with sisters-in-Christ and places to find uplifting Christian resources. Over time, I hope together we can establish this little corner of the interwebs as a positive resource for whoever needs it, reflecting generosity and compassion.
My spirit has taken some pretty heavy hits in the last few months both physically and emotionally and what I can tell you unequivocally is “Our God is faithful”.
Even when the news is not welcome.
Even when things you have hoped and prayed would change haven’t.
Our God IS faithful.
I have never once felt alone. Instead, He has lead me to look at my life through a new lens. One where I am loved, even if I can’t be a work horse. Who knew??
If you’re interested, here are some things that I’ve found restorative and life-affirming during my healing break:
All of the above has encouraged me to live gently, quietly, contentedly and hopefully showing myself and others more grace.
There is a difference, I have learned, between self-care and self-comfort. Discerning the difference has been a life-changer. Binge-watching Netflix is self-comforting but not particularly helpful. Going for a walk in the fresh air and ignoring the laundry for a morning is mentally restorative and self-caring, especially knowing that the laundry will get done eventually anyway.
My prescription for living has been more family time, less outside commitments. More prayer, less yelling. More long bubble baths, less 5 minute rushed showers. More healthy food, less take away. More fresh air, less sitting inside. More reading, less screens. More worship music, less depressing radio news updates. More grace, less expectation. Less talking, more listening. More social justice, less politics. More love, less judgement.
I have also made small changes like buying myself really nice face cleanser and moisturiser and beautiful pyjamas so that when I get into bed I feel ready to rest. I hadn’t bothered to “spoil” myself like this in years. Rearranging my bedroom furniture and putting crisp white linen on the bed with new fluffy pillows was also incredibly refreshing. I needed a restful cocoon in which to retreat to at the end of the day which had been filled with confronting new realities.
Living brave in this season doesn’t necessarily mean living loud. There are certainly seasons to be lived loud and bold and unconstrained. Right now, for me, living brave means living gently, connected to my people in meaningful ways and this takes time. Investing in them and receiving community in return. Living life around a table, breaking bread together, sharing plates, stories and memories. This is living. And it takes bravery. Which is the spirit which our God has planted in each of us.
Go live your Brave, Sister. xo