Okay, so you’re here – there, rather – sitting at your computer or scrolling on your phone, taking a minute to yourself even though you have about 9,382,274 responsibilities and tasks and various other very grown up things. You might even be feeling a tad guilty about the time you’re spending not doing the other things and the fact that just before this you were reading about Taylor Swift’s latest feud instead of getting that recipe you opened your browser to find.
Sister. I am so glad you chose to spend a superfluous second with me.
Because I am over here – there, rather – in the middle of bath time with one or more of my four kids or trying to throw dinner together at 6:30 because I am terrible at planning meals or I’m reading Skippyjon Jones for the 1,394,283 time. Or I am wasting time on someone else’s instagram or googling some random aspect of the enneagram/whatever life-threatening ailment I am currently convinced I have. Also maybe I know everything there is to know about Beyonce and Jay-Z’s tumultuous few years and that woman is a goddess their babies are perfect amen.
We’re basically twins.
I don’t know how you got here, but now that you’re here I hope you find something helpful.
Room to move and fresh air to breathe if you’re feeling a bit claustrophobic of the structures you were given.
A place to set your faith down where you know nobody’s going to try to take it.
A map from what feels like not-enough and too-small to how your life lived well is making the world a better place.
A sense of unaloneness in the spaces of your heart that feel unseen and ignored by a God you want to believe exists and loves you the way you love your kids and your friends.
Freedom to doubt and to trust; freedom from shame over either.
Courage when you need it to follow the call you hear from the dark. To not run from grief or wallow on the surface, but to dive in and find what joy might wait, what Presence might be there, what strength you might realize.
I hope you find the Rest beneath all the unrest of being human – being mom, friend, wife, daughter; being an activist, organizer, artist, teacher; being a member, a citizen, a part of a group; being essentially divine, imbued by God with wonder and beauty and grace and striving to remember it.
Because like Ram Dass said, “We’re all walking each other home.” I hope when you come here you find a hand to hold.