I didn't even check to see the last time I posted to this blog. Truth is, I don't expect anyone to read it. I certainly won't be sharing it on social media. In fact, one of the practices that I'm trying to follow during this fallow season is to refrain from posting on social media. I've liked a few posts and commented selectively on non-curch folk posts. But all the random thoughts that I want to post to Facebook will be reserved for this place to filter the fleeting thoughts and get to what's more essential and interesting.
It's been one week (a day, or two more). The danger is that I'll pack too much into this time, try to do too much, and find myself less rested at the end, and not more. Some of it is housekeeping: selling Grace's car, getting my car serviced, haircut, voting, etc. What's funny is how quick the random thoughts come to me that end up on social media (usually in response to news reporting, or someone else's post). When it's just me, my mind goes blank. So I will let it. That's what sabbatical is for. It's for stopping, for not forcing, for resting and allowing the Spirit to restore my soul as I lay down in the green pasture of this time and do nothing more than make myself present to the moments as they come.
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