It’s been an unusual week for me. I’m on Spring Break from my usual college interpreting schedule which means no structure for me. Which means I’m home more. Which means I don’t know what to do with myself.
My mind raced from making time for myself to when I should paint my house to cleaning the basement to practicing for a big test I’ll be taking in a week. In the end, I did nothing from the said list. Don’t get me wrong. I did some really good things this past week like spend time with friends and participate in our Good Friday service. But, I felt restless, distracted. I didn’t accomplish all I had hoped and more importantly, being the week before Easter, I hadn’t really emersed myself in the celebration that should have been taking place in my heart.
When I finally stopped for a moment, I heard the whisper, “Let go. Rejoice.”
. . . I have stilled and quieted my soul,
like a weaned child with its mother,
like a weaned child is my soul within me.
Psalm 131:2
