I played hooky from church today and while I feel rested I also feel empty.  Life isn’t the same for me when I fail to gather with my church family.  I miss the hymn singing, words of encouragement, the smiles and hugs.  However, I am much more rested for the upcoming week.  It’s not that last week was a downer.  In fact it was a good, affirming week.  Maybe I had too many good things.
My soul cries out for me to slow down, to make time for friends, to nourish God’s creation ands to listen for His still small voice.