A closed gate -- no 7:00 a.m. service
Good Evening, God!
Not that TIME matters to You. But, I am seeing how ENDING my day with a chat with You works. This morning, Kit was doing a 10K race and I wanted to start the new year with the 7:00 a.m. church service. I sang all the way in — happily anticipating the gathering and the service.
Aaah, but some dim dark part of me must have known — the church was having just ONE service — just as it did on Christmas Day. When I drove up and saw no other cars . . . I knew.
Foolish me. Wanting should not mean ignoring clues. Still, aside from feeling foolish, I was happy to be there — and to have had such a strong intention.
I took photos of the walled garden and then as I drove back I admired the sunrise all the way to Moanalua Bay. Sunrise on the bay — glorious stillness — a silent sermon.
Moanalua Bay, sunrise 1/1/2012
The rest of the day alternated between pondering WHY it was so HARD to let stuff go — and actually letting some stuff go.
I’m guessing that there are a thousand tiny decisions that I need to make. And I am realizing — in my gut — that I need at least a week of At-Home-Time to find my feet again. Not this week, God, but next week. I am giving myself a block of time — home-alone-time.
I was going to call it a Retreat, but I suppose it is really a Restore. A Restocking of my Physical Body and my Emotional Body. Right now, God, I am just thankful that tomorrow is a holiday!
Story teller,
A Moment with God 
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