I had the best sleep last night – almost eight solid hours of rest. This is one of the thousands of reasons that I will never be Speaker of the House, Secretary of State, or even just the over-acheiver of Eagle Rock. I love to sleep. I feel so fabulous when I get enough sleep. And so crappy when I don’t.
Since finishing my last Clinical Pastoral Education internship in early January, I’m looking around my house and realizing that being so insanely busy for four months and also SLEEPING means that there are still parts of my house that I have not really moved into yet. Mostly closets and small piles of things here and there. It’s so wierd how once a pile of books/papers/whatever sits tidily in a corner for a while, it ceases to even register. It becomes part of the house’s scenery.
There is one pile in the dining room that has a Japanese writing desk in need of refurbishment, a spanish dictionary, a spa certificate, two journals, and Tasha’s ashes. Hmm. I’m really not sure how to appropriately distribute those things. Or how they ended up all together in the first place.
I miss the hospital so much it hurts. It is so hard to finally know what shape of ministry I really love and not be able to do it Right Now. I’m praying, as ever, that the One Who Is In Charge will help things along and I’ll be back doing what I love sooner rather than later. In the meantime, I can tidy up around here.