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Where have the weeks gone?!?!

September 19(posted on the 20th)

Day Fifty 50/51

I realized this morning when I woke up that today is Sunday. This means that yesterday was Saturday and I forgot to write and post this blog. The days of the week all run together when they are not marked by a daily work routine. I have had a routine don't get me wrong (get up, some yoga stretches, breakfast with mom…etc). Which is good sabbatical, in my understanding, is supposed to get me out of my regular normal routine so when I return to it I am recharged and refueled and ready to run(both literally and figuratively). 

I have done such a wonderful job at deviating from my “normal” routine that I rarely know what day of the week it is. That has been a blessing. I am however ready to begin transitioning, just a little bit, into a more normal daily routine. This will begin by returning to my normal time zone!! I will be doing a great deal of traveling this week so I ask for your prayers while I am on the highways and byways from WV to Iowa (and a short trip to Mo.)

Week Eight

Hope for the week:  I hope this last full week of sabbatical is fruitful as I attempt to put into words the reflections, prayers, and study I have done over these past 7 weeks.

Is there an Answer (last week’s question): Will I practice what I “preached” to the women of WV?
I have taken time each day this week to Pause, Reflect, be Aware of God’s presence, and Yield to the moment and let God in. I have relished in time with family and friends and to me that is equal to prayer and time with God. I hope you took time to P.R.A.Y this week as well!

Question of the Week:    How many pages will I write for my devotion/resource?

Thought for the week:  I am thankful for extended time with my family and friends, I will miss them as I head back home but know that we are always connected in heart and memory…and Facebook of course!


I invite you to join me daily in the Prayer for the week: God of family, God of love, remind me even when I am separated by miles and mountains my love remains with them because of my love for you. Help me to show love to all members of your family because they, like me are loved by you. Guide me this week as I live into being the person you have called me to be. Remind me I always have time to P.R.A.Y. Amen

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