the break you took
It’s funny what I do on quiet evenings in the fall. I sit, listening to crickets through a window screen, feeling cold air at long last moving into my home. My roommate is working late, my girlfriend is sound asleep at her home blocks away. And I’m at home, wondering what else I can do to feel productive. Here I sit, surrounded by the visible favor of our good God, being told to enter rest in no unsure terms. And I’m trying desperately to find more work to do. To accomplish something more. To somehow justify a moment of peace and enjoyment that I’ll never actually take, unless I stop.
So here we are.
Stopped.
What do I do now?
