I think I’m

finding a rhythm

in this crazy.

A consistent

flow

that is

untangling

those time consuming

knots.

The rhythm must

include

rest.

Cause without it

I burn

out.

I value my sanity,

my clarity,

my heart,

body,

and soul

enough

to give it

space

to be

separated.

 

I’m the best

version of me

when my soul

has space

to breathe.

When I schedule

nothing,

when I

put up a boundary,

When I limit

me.

 

I am my most true self

when

I’m not seeking

everyone’s approval,

or fixing everyone’s problems,

or meeting

everyone’s needs,

not running myself

ragged.

 

Here I am.

Truly,

Full

of life,

Ok with

keeping some of that life

for me

and those I treasure

most.

Here I am,

fully rested,

writing,

enjoying

all the gifts

given

cause I slowed

enough

to actually

see them.

 

Here I am,

approved by God,

affirmed by Love,

feeding freely

on faithfulness.

Ok with my

limitations.

Happy to accept

what I can

and leave behind

what I can’t.

 

Just that.

Accepting

I can’t

Do it all,

Be it all,

All the time.

 

That’s not the aim.

Here is the aim.

 

Proximity.

 

Here is my goal.

 

Intimacy.

 

Following Holy Spirit.

Staying close.

 

Proximity requires

Intimacy,

Unbroken companionship.

And intimacy requires

Space, time, rest,

Awareness,

Being present

To the Presence.

I love it.

It’s simple.

Just staying close.

 

That is my rhythm.