and the nightmares and monsters

...and your biggest fears seem lightyears away, no they won't find you here. This saturday feels like a sigh I'm not afraid to sink into.

There's a lot of rushing that happens Monday-Friday, even if we don't admit to being in the race. At about 6 o'clock Friday night after my last appointment, I started sinking - the good kind of sinking.

I have this crazy determination that there won't be moments or days or phases of my life that I have to hold my breath to get through. You know the kind - where you play, "Just get through it" over and over in your mind. Maybe you fix your eyes on the end of the tunnel and haul out in a full-on sprint?

Do you know the moments and days and phases I'm talking about?

Well, I never want to hold my breath because I believe there is grace enough to breathe in every moment. There is grace enough to take deep breaths and conquer fear and worry and pain even while I'm stuck inside all of it.

That said, 6 o'clock yesterday was like the perfect breeze. It was extra grace - more space to smile and laugh and stretch my hands out to feel the motion. And the nightmares and monsters of the weekday grind fade for a little bit while the weekend happens.

There is a special kind of grace that allows for us to rest. This is the grace of my saturday sigh and I'm not one bit afraid to sink into it - that place where those weekday things seem lightyears away.

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let LOVE fly like cRaZy