The Earth is Shaking. I'm Dancing.

Last week, and especially last weekend, was incredibly busy.  Thursday night was Old Testament class (and we usually go out after to continue conversation), Friday was Pizza Palooza (a Women of Hope event), Saturday was Small Group Leader training, and Sunday is always game day for us.

I was able to find rest, though.  At times, I had to fight myself for it - there's always something that could be done - but it's a battle worth fighting.

This week, however, I have more free time.  Tuesday was very chill, and this morning (Wednesday), I had coffee with Megan, went to Target, baked cookies, and then I'll have class soon - at 1:30.  It's been a good morning to just relax and breathe and not rush.  I have nothing scheduled for this Friday or Saturday - those will be great times to unwind as well.

I feel like I finally have my feet under me.  That, by no means, means that things have settled down.  The earth is still shaking under my feet.  But I've hit my stride.  I've caught the rhythm for now and am moving in time with it.  It's kind of like dancing.  And it's beautiful.

Love.