On Sunday, I sat in one of THE best Sunday Schools lessons I've ever been in. The teacher was a question-asker, a truth-seeker. He spoke my language.
The lesson was on hard work, and there were a few insights that I can't stop thinking about. One is this -a quote mentioned by the teacher:
The thought has come back over and over and over.
I recently set some firm boundaries for my own health. I have crossed some lines lately. And by "lines" I mean "streets" and by that I simply mean that I'd left my side of the street and planted myself on my husband's sidewalk. I didn't even truly realize it until my soul resembled the Black Knight from Monty Python, and then I went, "Oh, yeah... this is my battle ground. His side of the street is littered with land mines and grenades and so so much tear gas."
I'm back on my side, but I'm hurt and I'm scared and I'm trying to just create safety and a solid space for healing. But also? I'm all bruised and bleeding -in short: I'M not healthy right now. I didn't realize just how unhealthy I was until I called my sponsor to surrender a few things -because when I've just come out of my war zone, I'm WAY more sensitive and prone to triggers -and she called me out on what was going on.
Jealousy, pride, judgement.
It felt like someone applying rubbing alcohol to my wounds.
It felt uncomfortable.
But it didn't feel untrue. My gut knew it, and my sponsor was brave enough to say it.
So I'm taking some time to just rest, and in a few days I'll revisit all the stuff out of my control. I'm so tired, honestly. I'm physically tired from travelling (more travel this weekend), and I'm mentally tired from some work stuff. I'm emotionally tired from my marriage stuff. And my spiritual canteen feels bone. dry.
So I'm off. To grow.