Why Rest Is Harder Than Work

I regularly fall asleep reading or writing. Most nights, Josh discovers me semi-propped up with too many pillows, the table lamp still on, an iSomething on my chest. He tucks me in, plugs in my electronics in to recharge and turns out my light. Sounds like a teenager, doesn't it? I use my daily commute … Continue reading Why Rest Is Harder Than Work

Resting My Way To Heaven

I don't think my husband understands me.  I don't think he knows what it feels like to push myself until I'm ragged just to quiet the whispering-shouting "Not Enough Not Good Enough" voice.   I wonder if he knows the feeling of starting each day hopeful and ending each day with a blasting awareness of all … Continue reading Resting My Way To Heaven