I'd envisioned rest and relaxation, time spent in the company of silence and of others to be the major components of healing.
There is some of that here.
But, too, and maybe more, there is sacrifice.
Sacrifice of time spent with my husband in favor of listening to a body that desperately aches for sleep.
Sacrifice of the places I want to go, time I want to spend, conversations I want to have, ideas I want to explore, people I want to help, words for the book I must write.
I keep wishing in some ways that this body of mine
this heart
this mind
would heal faster.
{Lord, don't you know I have boys who are growing -- growing so fast and so furious that they wake up needing the next size clothing some days? And a husband who needs an awake wife? And a business and a blog ... and and and ....}
But deep healing requires patience. And patience requires some amount of sacrifice.
Mostly, the sacrifice of expectations
enough to allow for permeable grace
to soak into the soil of busy
enough to allow for guilt-free days
as whole living slowly, steadily emerges like the sun rising in the horizon each morning.
A reminder
that it rises
one morning at a time.
{Even for a mom, a wife, a business owner, a blogger ...}
My word for 2012 is patience. Each month, I'm chronicling how patience is being woven into my life this year.
