So, yesterday, after a week of stress and exhaustion, I got hit square in the head with a migraine. Ah yes, joyous way to end the week! I came home, ate supper, tried to read a bit of Conspiracy of Kings, but eventually gave in and crawled into the bed with the lights off and away from the noise by 7 PM.

BUT…on the bright side, it’s Saturday morning, the world is bright and sunny (albeit, chilly) and my headache is gone.

And the work week is over. It was a work week to end all work weeks. I had meltdowns (my kind of meltdowns, which involve making dramatic faces and slamming down the phone after someone’s hung up on me and flinging my hands in the air and muttering, “I CAN’T TAKE THIS!” which amuse my co-workers immensely because I’m usually quiet and collected). I nearly cried one day. I looked like a zombie by the end of Wednesday; I haven’t looked that tired in a long, long time. I know I wouldn’t have been able to walk in a straight line if I tried. I don’t think I could have made it through the week with help from God and prayer; it was so hard trying to do it on my own…

I’m spending a quiet sabbath morning here at home. I’m going to read more of Romans. Take time to do my hair. Write my little brother a letter [more about him later]. Study up on Passover. Pray. Journal.

I love how Sabbath and meeting with God again grounds me. It brings me back to sanity, after a long, rough week – it puts things back into perspective.

REST. What a delicious, blissful word.