Sunday is finished. Life has changed drastically for my family and I since Wednesday. I can clearly remember the moment when my dad was receiving information that 'accusations' were being brought up by some crazy guy in Denver. We all laughed.
Two days later, we wept.
And now, five days later, I'm tired. Both physically and mentally, I'm ready for a break. I think my family has made it through the initial hard stage (the next will be drawn out over several months), the church is strong, my friends are faithful. So maybe tomorrow I'll go fishing. Maybe I'll clean the house. Maybe I'll try to wrap my head around how different life will be from what it was.
But whatever it is, I think I will probably do it alone. Because I discovered something about myself in the last three days - I process alone. It's the only place I relax. If I'm around others I feel like I have to take care of them, but when I'm alone I can let God take care of me. So I'll hit the mountains tomorrow, maybe climb, probably fish, but begin to process what's next. I'm sure it's premature, but perhaps it will be a start. Unless I'm catching a lot of fish, then I'll just be thinking about that.
But, for a day at least, I'm going to tap out from the wildness of all that's been going on.
Apparently, from the content of this writing, I've already tapped out a little.
Ah, Sabbath. Here I come.
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