It’s still summer vacation (for a few more days anyway), and I found myself awake at 6:30.
To be sure, it was the alarm and not my internal clock at work. My body wanted to sleep longer; however, the reality of having to go back for pre-planning on the 11th makes getting up earlier a much-needed exercise to prepare myself.
I’m not really a morning person. Ever since I started teaching a few years ago, I’ve found myself becoming more and more of a night owl.
Still, though, this morning, the house is quiet (now that the dogs have been fed). The sun is shining through my windows, the slats of the blinds turning the light into a soft golden color.
The dogs have gone back to sleep, and the men in my life (aka The Mr. and Rooster) are still dreaming whatever dreams men their age dream (I suspect the common theme is Auburn football with it being August and all).
In other words, it’s peaceful right now.
I find my soul at rest as well…ready, as always, to reflect a bit.
I’m thinking about my summer and how special it’s been.
No, I didn’t take a trip anywhere. The Mr.’s work schedule has been very hectic since May. Trying to coordinate it with Rooster’s (we want to take a family trip) has been impossible.
I’ve been content, though, to lie low at home.
I’ve gotten myself into a comfortable routine…one of self-care and personal indulgences.
Morning workouts at the gym have tightened up my muscles and have cultivated a confidence in my body that had been lacking for quite some time. It didn’t help that one of my students from this past school year persisted in calling me “thick.” In her world, that’s a good thing. In my anorexia-leaning mind, it was not a good thing, but it did drive me to reign in some bad habits (Chick fil A sweet tea, anyone?) and replace them with edifying actions.
I’ve stretched myself with my reading. Game of Thrones does not make for light reading, let me tell you!!
I’ve knit to my heart’s content and even learned how to crochet a little better.
I’ve watched Netflix…a lot of it.
I’ve napped…two or three times a week sometimes.
I’ve eaten lunch with Rooster nearly every day. At 21 years of age, his days of living at home will be ending soon. It’s just what children do…grow up and create adult lives for themselves. Thus, I’ve treasured every single meal shared…more so this summer…and the conversations we’ve had during these meals and all of our free moments in-between.
I’ve seen a couple of movies with my guys.
One of the best things I’ve done for myself has been to reconnect to God’s Word on a daily basis. I’m using a new, free app called First5. It’s part of the Proverbs 31 ministry, headed up by Lysa TerKeurst.
Right now, we are working our way through the book of John. Five days a week, there are lessons based on the teachings in John. The sixth day, Saturday, there’s a video weekend wrap-up…a delightful surprise that I had not anticipated.
I’ve been reading these devotions right after I wake up…before I check email, Instagram, or Facebook. I’m trying to be purposeful about spending my first few waking moments with God, reading, studying, and praying.
I’ve found myself returning back to the lesson from each morning as I go about each day. This is a good thing. I want to be reminded of God’s teaching because, too often, I let my emotions rule my actions. I know this will be especially true when school resumes, and my patience will be tested by the very in-the-moment teenagers who will enter my room each day.
The timing of this app’s release is perfect. I feel as though my heart was being prepared for it during the last few weeks of summer vacation. It has settled…quieted…so I really can hear God’s prompting.
This peace is something I will have to pray hard to maintain as my class schedule promises to be especially challenging this year. I just keep reminding myself that God was very purposeful when He created me; He expects me to be purposeful in living out my life. Right now, that purpose is teaching…touching the hearts of desperately needy young people.
Boy, that’s some heavy stuff for a Monday morning, is it not?
But you see, it’s really not heavy because God, whose shoulders are strong, is carrying everything for me. All I have to do is let Him and thank Him.