I am alone in the kitchen. All the dishes are done, the brown and white eggs are drying on the counter, the sky is gray/blue and the leaves are red, and I am listening to hymns. Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
We got back from church and I didn’t know what to do with myself.
Must be productive.
Must work.
Must make something.
But instead, I’ve decided to rest. Rest and think and pray.
Productivity can wait for another day.
This afternoon was made for quiet.
