Today was Come Away Day. Once a month I gather with a group of people and we spend 4 hours in silence and prayer. We have our own separate spaces and then gather at the end of the time to check back in, sharing how the day went. My day was spent realizing that I've been putting up walls with God, not really wanting to hear what God might say, at the same time feeling like God has been silent. Nice to know I'm sabatoging myself.
That realization has brought peace to my soul. I've begun to disassemble pieces of that wall. There's a sense of calm in my soul that hasn't been there in a while. I feel, well, loved. Which is highly appropriate to feel on Valentine's Day. It's not how I'm used to feeling on Valentine's Day. It can be pretty stinkin' lonely being single on Valentine's Day. In fact, it can be downright depressing. But not this year. This year, I'm going to enjoy being loved by God...and The Train Guy who, according to the Valentine I received today, likes "watching me cook and riding in the race car!" For those who are giggling about me cooking (Yo Momma) The Train Guy and Adventure Boy (formerly known as Little Boy) were over on Tuesday night and I "made" spaghetti. Therefore, I cook. When Train Guy gets older than 3, the truth will come out.
Happy Valentine's Day!