holding onto comfort

My grandfather passed away this evening.

I will write more about it later. For now, we hold to these words:

Blessed
be the God and Father
of our Lord Jesus Christ,
the Father of mercies
and God of all comfort,
who comforts us in all our affliction,
so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction,
with the comfort with which
we ourselves
are comforted by God.
For as we share abundantly in Christ’s sufferings,
so through Christ we share
abundantly
in comfort, too.

— 2 Cor. 1:3-5 —

Journal Entry | Resting

My youngest brother, Jedi, is on the phone with his new best friend, whose name he can't remember. My sister Amie is a nanny for Wesley's family (the boy on the other end of the phone), which is how the two boys met. At the moment, they are trying to play long-distance tic-tac-toe, but seven-year-old male communication can't conquer space. Yet. They finish their conversation, and Jedi skips outside.

I love living at home.

I'm sitting at the kitchen table sipping on a cup of English Breakfast tea. Beef is in the crock pot, rice is on the stove, and corn is almost finished. Jedi pops his head in the back door— "Oh my gosh, it smells like the best thing ever." And back out he goes again. I wonder why he came in...

I'm relearning rest. Again.

I've spent the past two days processing. Analyzing myself, praying through weaknesses, getting counsel from friends. I realized that I'm on the verge of burnout... but in a different way than before. Mental and emotional burnout is different than physical burnout. Harder to identify, harder to deal with, harder to heal from. So I'm relearning rest, and building rest into my life— now— so that I don't burn out later. Like, next week. Or tomorrow.

Here are some ideas. I'm already working on more. What helps you to rest? Do you have any more suggestions for me?