It rained a bit last night. Not a good soaking, but a light shower. At this point, rain is rain. And I will thank God for whatever we get, whether it is a little or a lot.
The growing season is over, and I have paid my plants no attention. They look quite droopy.
And that is how I feel. Droopy. I have worked at the hospital for seven days in a row. My mother-in-law (who lives with us and spoils me rotten) is out of town, so I've had more responsibilities than usual this week. So I am droopy.
I have MUCH to do. I won't even begin to tell you about all my cleaning, writing deadlines, and whatever else crops up. But I DO know that I have so much to do, I will need to be refreshed before I can be successful at any of it. Like my pitiful plants have needed water all season to revive and feed them, so I have a need also.
So, today, I am indulging. It's OK. On the seventh day, even God rested. And I'm on my eighth! Today, I am taking it easy, and getting rejuvenated.
So excuse me, while I go soak in the Spirit...