There’s a moment around noon every Sunday
Where I find my personal needs rushing to surface and consuming all my thoughts.
All of a sudden I am hungry, I am thirsty, I have to go to the bathroom, I am exhausted.
Call it the life of a pastor's wife.
For a few hours every week, my mind and my spirit are so preoccupied that not one thought can be diverted to physical needs.
It would feel like stopping for a pedicure on mile 18 of a marathon.
I’m preoccupied
with trying to remember chord progressions
and watching my kids
and making quite certain they haven’t fallen into the baptistery
and actually worshipping or learning or connecting
and wishing I could meet every new person
and wishing I could spend a full day with every person
and checking again to make sure my kids haven’t fallen into the baptistery
and wondering where we’re eating lunch.
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Deep breath.
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There’s a moment
around noon
where everything stops
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And at the first signs of relief,
All these other needs
Come rushing to the surface.
And all of a sudden
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I am hungry,
I am thirsty,
I have to go to the bathroom,
I am exhausted.
And there was a moment today,
On this March afternoon,
When I stepped into the sunshine,
And recognized that feeling again.
In the winter, I keep my head down and barrel through.
I put every ounce of strength into getting by and fending off the cold and surviving.
And not one thought can be diverted to my personal needs.
It would feel like stopping for a pedicure on mile 18 of a marathon.
But there’s a moment
In March
When everything stops,
When I walk into the sunshine
And feel the first hints of warmth,
And all my needs come rushing to the surface.
I need spring,
I need heat,
I need sun,
I need color.
And I stand outside,
And take it all in.