an evening ritual

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The unbearable, energy-draining heat

 The non-stop political banter and back-biting

 The rapid pace of online debates

 The reality of my girl leaving home in less than four weeks

Unexpected family health issues

The combination of them can be exhausting. Despite my fatigue, my brain sometimes insists on performing mental gymnastics at bedtime. In these instances sleep evades me or, if it comes, is fitful. The next day I am on edge, more weary and more sensitive than the day before.

I have finally put the merry-go-round behind me with the comfort of an evening ritual. I wrap the last 30 minutes of each day in beauty and truth.

I set my Pandora station to Yo-Yo Ma Radio, pick up my stack of books and crawl into bed.

First, I read soothing prose. This is not the time for an exciting, keep-me-on-the-edge-of-my-seat read. I deliberately seek a calming, rhythmic pace.  Wendell Berry is a favorite choice.

Afterwards, I spend a few moments with the wisdom of Elisabeth Elliot's Keep a Quiet Heart. Her straight-forward, unwavering faith in God sharpens me and shifts my focus from the things of this world.

Finally, I read a Psalm. Other Scripture may challenge me, give me much to ponder, or encourage me, but the Psalms quiet me. I find my brain filled with praise as I drift off to sleep.

It's still unbelievably hot. Politicians still anger me. Online debates still sadden me. My girl is still leaving and someone I love is still hurting. The circumstances of my life haven't changed, but my ability to face them has. And that has made all the difference.

whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.
~Philippians 4:-8




Comments

Camille said…
Beautiful. Melissa...you have done it again. You write in such a lovely way, my friend. Isn't it good to rest our hearts in our Sovereign Lord and His perfect plans? Truly, we are blessed to belong to Him. May you know His peace and comfort in this time of trial and turmoil. I am praying for you this morning...XOXO
July 28, 2016 at 9:14 AM
Heather N said…
I love this idea - beautiful rhythm to wrap up a day.
August 31, 2016 at 8:22 PM
Anonymous said…
Hello Melissa...it is good to meet you :0) thank you for sharing your evening routine. I have to say, it is one that can be copied by mostly everyone. What a wonderful way to wrap up our days. mari
September 29, 2016 at 5:34 PM
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