I get home from work and I look out my window at the sun setting, and I let out a sigh of relief.

I’m not sure why, but I’ve felt a bit suffocated this week by Monday through Friday. Instead of feeling the glow of the fluorescent lights, I wanted to feel the warmth of the sun.  Instead of using my brain to craft carefully written words in a carefully put together PowerPoint deck, I wanted to jump on this blog and jot my thoughts, feelings, prayers as they came to mind.  (I even considered painting, although I quickly realized my paint supplies would take a small army to uncover in our closet.)

I am blessed beyond belief, and yet I still long for something more.  I’m antsy.  I’m wanting to do something with my time that is worth something.  I want to use my creativity, mind, and time in new ways that begin to point to a life led by God.

Instead of figuring all of this out this Friday night,  I’m just celebrating the week has come to an end – giving me more time to figure out what I want to do when the sun rises on the weekend.