I’ve had a busy ministry week.  Sat in on some frustrating meetings concerning the broken system serving the homeless in Burlington.  Met with a family that’s out of a home after the landlord doubled the rent.  Attempted to manage a relational crisis involving good friends.  Still not quite prepared to speak at our church’s monthly worship gathering.  When I woke up this morning with the holy hangover, I read an email from a regional church-planting leader who wanted to grab coffee today.

Community issues

Crisis management

Sermon preparation

Strategic meeting

So I did the most spiritual thing possible this morning: I made oatmeal pancakes then went to Burlington’s Winter Festival with   my three favorite people in the whole world.  It was a good day… a great day.  Sometimes I feel like I need these days, and sometimes I don’t.  Regardless, I know Christin, Jude, and Wren do.  They need to know that no matter what is going on in this world, no matter how big the needs are around us, no matter who else I am pouring into, that they are my favorites- that they are first.  They know this is a true sabbath: a day set aside for rest with them.