Lots of activity + writer’s block = not much new on the blog. I have been feeling better since starting our new nutrition approach, which has allowed me to be more active. On the flipside, I’ve not been as quiet and contemplative, which has made me less aware of things to write about.

I pause to reflect. I remember little moments, snapshots of grace. 

* My brother Kevin, his wife Sarah, and November baby Max visiting from Korea. Their time here coinciding with a cleansing period when I was eating lots of vegetables and not much else; sometimes I felt good, other times I was just very tired. Holding Max, getting together with old college friends to send a care package to our missionary friend on sick leave, the sibs cooking a delicious seaweed soup.

* Crying at women’s bible study because it was the first time in months that I felt well enough to come.

* On Friday, reading in Abba’s Child by Brennan Manning that the first purpose of Sabbath days was to spend time with the Lord; a day free from work was secondary. Reflecting that our Sabbaths have been lopsided; we’ve capitalized on the whole “do no work today” while missing the depth of “so that you can spend more time with Me.” Resolve to be still with Him afresh.

* For Valentine’s Day, journeying to Cartersville for the Booth Western Art Museum and a local steakhouse. David, tired and eating a not-so-good dinner, me relishing getting away for a day and soaking in beauty.

* Distracted. Busy. Anger. Bitterness. Jealousy. Fear. Arguments. Tears. Collapse. John 6 leaping off the page: “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never go hungry…”

* Greater awareness of the Lord’s presence throughout my days. Gratitude. Peace. Slowing down again. Letting the puppy interrupt my daily tasks so we can play. Relaxing even though the house is messier than I would like.

* My first yoga session with Stay At Home Yoga, entitled Work Hard: Rest Deeply. Challenging but refreshing for my body and spirit. Visualizing a sunlit field by a lake, sitting on the hillside talking with Jesus, whose face is a blaze of light.

Little moments. Snapshots of grace. Ebenezers. Treasuring up these things and pondering them in my heart.

“Safe?” said Mr. Beaver; “don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King…”