Fais Do Do

“Anyone whose sense of well-being depends upon stock market quotations, weather forecasts, or the statistics of a public opinion pollster will be constantly on edge, ‘afraid of evil tidings.’ Those who listen in faith to God’s word and respond in praise, however, have foundations of eternity built into the structure of their soul and thereby acquire a firm heart.”
–Eugene Patterson, Praying with the Psalms

The concept of Sleeping with Bread comes from the story that in the aftermath of WWII bombing raids many children were orphaned a left to stave. The fortunate ones who were rescued and taken to refugee camps had lost so much that they still had difficulty sleeping. Someone had the idea to give them a piece of bread to hold at night to remind them that “Today I ate and I will eat again tomorrow.” Their piece of bread became what many of us would call a security blanket.
Sleeping with Bread encourages one to examine what is that piece of bread for you. What is it that helps you overcome your fears and sleep at night? What gives you the assurance of God’s presence with you each and every day in the midst of the changing scenes of your life?

This week my “bread” literally has been food which sustains me physically and psychologically.
BD knew that I was working hard of Friday on a report that was due that day. He’d expected me to be done in time for dinner, but when I wasn’t, he brought dinner to me. Then he kept me company while I finished working.
Saturday I took time to cook dinner--baked chicken stuffed with pesto and cheese, pasta with pesto, wilted mustard greens, and brownies. Immersing myself in the sensory pleasures of the kitchen is a change of pace, a change of venue, and a change of mind. (Having leftover pesto and brownies is nice too.)

Conversely, desolation lies in those encounters, relationships, thoughts that drain us deep down. The moments that exhausted me this week were times when I was already feeling depleted, bumbling through the day.
Interactions (or lack there-of) with my SIL are frustrating. Could we all please be mature and courteous, even when it’s a little outside of one’s comfort zone.
Needing to have a difficult ethics discussion with my advisor. She is ultimately the responsible party and has a right to know. It still leaves me feeling like a tattle tale.

I need a nap now, but be sure to check out what others are sharing over at the Sleeping with Bread blog.