Sometimes I am chugging right along doing what I do... loving and serving my husband and children, teaching, running the home, serving where I can, snippets of creativity, and then, seemingly out of nowhere, I hit a wall of tired.
That happened about a week or so ago. Deep, achy tired swept through my mind and body. Many different reasons why...holiday-fatigue, early risings, a death of a high school friend, and flu-recovery. My head was hurting on and off for days...my body was heavy...my emotions running thin.
These are the gracious warning signs that I need to take care.
My husband and I discussed where I was and my need for extended sleep and some quiet to process. My life is lived in constant interruption and I start to feel the frazzle from that and the short-term memory always short-circuits.
So on Thursday, Mike tracked down a night for me at a nice local hotel for $54 on Hotwire. By Friday afternoon, my bags were packed and I was on my way! I prayed immediately that God would allow me to receive this time and His care and not feel guilty or selfish or irresponsible.
I arrived...and rested.
Then I listened to my old CD of Twila Paris's Sanctuary and knit.
Dinner and a leisurely browse at Barnes and Noble.
Back to the hotel to lotion up and pamper my long-neglected hands and feet.
And then crawled into a big, comfortable bed with clean sheets, lots of pillows, and a few cookbooks and sewing books.
Sleep! I turned out the light at 9:15pm (awakened twice to adjust the temperature) and slept until 9am.
Coffee and fruit downstairs along with an English muffin with butter and jelly.
Went to the room for a long, hot shower and got dressed slowly and without pressure.
Several hours of praying, reading One Thousand Gifts, journaling, searching the Word. Refilling and refueling and refreshing.
Called downstairs and got a late check-out time (a must!)
Packed up and left. Headed to an office supply store for new pens, fresh note cards, and writing pads. A browse through Michael's for a box to hold playdough supplies. A stroll through Pier 1. Late lunch at Panera.
I received an email invitation from my husband to come home at 5pm today for hamburgers and potatoes, and Cranberry Ginger Ale. Oh how he loves me well!
Women, take care. Listen to your body and your emotions and when they nudge and moan, give them attention. Taking time to nourish and strengthen our minds and bodies and emotions and spirit gives us more to give to others.
Acknowledge weakness, eschew martyrdom, and find what you need to be well.
photo by noodle and lou