Speaking of mental health, last week Andrew encouraged me to take the day off.
But the offer came with rules. First, NO ERRANDS. (You know we do it, ladies. We’re gonna go get our nails done but somehow we always end up at Target buying diapers.)
Second, I had an assignment. I was to take as much time as I wanted to just spend praying and getting some spiritual renewal. Like taking my soul’s pulse.
*That came out a lot more hippy-dippy than I meant for it to. Let’s pretend you understood me.*
Anyway, I had the whole day to pray, evaluate my life, my roles and responsibilities, and spend some time catching up on areas I’d let slide.
I intended to leave the house but, honestly, I’m most relaxed in my own space and our back porch is nice and sunny. So I grabbed a quilt, my Bible, a journal, and my headphones and sat in a happy sunbeam for the morning.
After praying and reading for awhile, I remembered that I’d wanted to use what I learned from the Prayer Crickets and apply it to praying for my kids. And, suddenly, I had time.
So I sat and found verses that I wanted to pray for each person in our family over the next year. Then I made myself pretty little reminders. (I texted my friend who is crafty and warned her I was using a laminator so she would understand that shift she felt in the earth’s rotation. She was grateful for my warning.)
I hung them in places around the house where I would see them often: the pantry,
the coffee cup cabinet (a popular place in our house),
and in pertinent places in the bathroom.
I put them up without fanfare, but the kids noticed them immediately and began a hunt to find their picture. Ellen demanded to have hers read to her and is working on memorizing it. (There’s no explanation for her inner drive. As long as she channels it for good…)
I set up an alarm on my phone to set the prayer crickets off at 10 am every day. I grab the child who is nearest and whisper a prayer over them. The same alarm goes off at 4 pm so I can pray for other friends and loved ones whose needs are on my mind that day.
And that’s it. My hope is to cultivate a constant attitude of prayer in my own heart, to consistently whisper the words of my deepest longings for the people I love. And to set a good example for my kids of what a lifestyle of prayer might look like.
So that’s what I did with my mental vacation.
What would you do with yours?