Somehow, I'm not sure how I managed to do it, but somehow last night I slept for ten hours straight. Ten hours without a turn or a wake. Without bathroom break or phone waking me or Lauralea getting up and down multiple times. Ten hours. I can't recall the last time...
Mind you I have been fighting the flu and cold and aches all week, but I thought I had begun to win that battle. I guess I just needed ten hours of sleep.
Classic FM is playing it's Smooth Classics programme while I work here in the office, getting things ready for tomorrow, for Sunday. And since I'm talking on Rest tomorrow, I'm mellowing out nicely here, between the soft music, the dark room, and the clouds and thunder rolling in from the north.
Maybe my body just needed ten hours of uninterrupted sleep.
Maybe my soul does too.
Tonight Lauralea is off to a birthday party for a friend, and Micah is off to a hockey practice, so it's a very rare home alone night for me. I threatened them that I would indulge in a spa night with a long bath and candles and large glass of wine. That image is still stuck in their heads.
But it is rare quiet evening around the field, so I expect to take some time for my soul.
What does that look like? Probably write some letters, with the radio playing some quiet music that makes my heart sing. Open a bottle of some nice christmas gift, and as led I'll be praying for a few of the people who are on my heart today and this week.
A quiet night, with room for my soul to catch up after a difficult week.
You have to take care of your soul just like you take care of your body.
So maybe tonight it's my souls turn to catch up with my body.
You take care of yours too.