I actually debated quite a while about which of my blogs was the best place to publish this. So I decided to reblog it here today.
At the beginning of this year, I set myself a spiritual goal to focus on contentment.
I have not been incredibly successful.
Honestly, I didn’t expect to be. Some goals are set knowing they are beyond reach—knowing that the striving toward them brings one closer to God.
Still, it’s been a hard year to reach for contentment. The summer disappeared beneath a deluge of appointments, meetings, and a million other very worthy time constrains that are not writing time. Early July, a friend offered me an open invitation to sit in her screened-in gazebo by a creek—with wifi!—to work any day I wanted. “I can’t come tomorrow,” I said, “but I’ll be there the day after.”
It’s been eight weeks and I still haven’t had time.
During this same interlude, I began reading Shannon K. Evans’ new book, coming out next month—Rewilding Motherhood.
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