I’ve been enjoying the writing and thinking of Emily P. Freeman lately. Her thoughts on smallness and the kingdom of God resonate deeply with me. One way she practices a mindful awareness of her life and the presence of Christ with her in the life she actually has (not the one she should have, or wishes to have) is to make a list that she calls “these are the days” lists. She jots down what her days are full of, slowing just enough to experience the presence of Christ in the moments that are passing quickly.
For me, these are the days of…
Burning candles to remember that Christ is with me.
Staying in pajamas and mopping with tea tree oil instead of being productive on a rare day without children.
Fly infestations in Kalas Village.
Learning spiritual formation in the joyful crucible of young motherhood.
Being disillusioned and disappointed in the expression of my faith community (Anglicanism, for me) while knowing that “the tree that is not taller than you does not shade you” (African proverb).
Meditating in motion, not stillness.
Teaching from a place of rest, not hustle.
Beginning new things (spiritual direction training for me, a Th.M. for Joel (we think!)).
Buying my firstborn Hobnobs at ridiculous cost so he can taste his favorite cookies from his life overseas.
Telling the truth, even when it is very, very hard.
Believing and trying to live into this: that God’s sovereignty does not excuse my (or others’) unwillingness to become mature and lead from a place of emotional wellness.
Resurrecting my blog, apparently. Two posts in one week.
Laughing at myself because I can’t help but thinking that “these are the days of” should be completed by “Elijah”!