Table for One

book in the girls hands

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Here’s my typical Friday night experience as a single parent having just dropped off my kids with their dad for the weekend:

“No kids! I can do anything! I should call a friend and go out for drinks!”

“Eh, I can’t really afford it and it’s last minute. No one will be available. I should just go home.”

“I don’t want to go home to my empty house. I’ll go out by myself! I’ll go somewhere fun and new that I get to pick!”

“I’m lonely. I don’t want to go out by myself, I’ll just go home.”

“I’ll take a book with me so going out by myself seems intentional! Maybe a handsome, bookish gentleman will ask what I’m reading!”

“I’m not technically free to date, nor am I secure enough in myself yet to think anyone would be interested in me, I’ll just go home.” Continue reading

Early in the morning, my song will rise to thee…

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“In the morning, while it was still very dark, he got up and went out to a deserted place, and there he prayed.” Mark 1:35

I crave the peace of early mornings. The silence is almost physical Рa soft and welcome assault on my ears. I was never a morning person, but with three children, mornings have become my refuge. Sometimes I am productive, busily putting things in order, finishing leftover chores and making breakfast before anyone is awake to distract me. Sometimes I am contemplative, praying and listening for God in the quiet. Sometimes I am blessedly unproductive, resting in the stillness before the day requires anything of me.  Continue reading