Turning 40 31/40

Sometimes I don’t know what I need. A component of practicing healthy boundaries is being able to say and ask for what it is that you need. But before you can do that, you must identify what you need. It turns out that is a paramount struggle for me at times of stress.

Part of my discovery process regarding my needs assessment involves notable temper tantrums. Coming from an adult, in family or friend or professional settings, this can be less than attractive.

On our family service trip my sister asked me what was wrong. She saw me disappearing into books, slipping into my bed before anyone else, short on words, and not engaging in some of my normal festivities. I was tired. I needed to lead and organize our team but I was drawing my energy on a bankrupt account.

She saw the outage before I did. She understood the need. My siblings made room for the need to be met. They sent me away, with only a husband in tow, and a recommended pit stop to visit.

There was still work to be done, but they filled a gap to afford me extra time. I went shopping for the 300 people we would be serving the next day. Darrin & I got to have a moment together which we hadn’t had in days, maybe even weeks because of our overcommitted calendars.

It was restful.

The beauty, as nature does for me, restored my soul. It reminded me of the grandeur and wonder that can be found in the world around us. I was graciously loved by creation, my husband, and my dear sisters.

He loves righteousness and justice; the world is filled with the gracious love of the Lord.

Psalm 33:5, ISV

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