Staying in
The practices of staying in will become a liturgy to help me remember whose I am and where I belong, in times of stability and times of flux, in times of sweet contentedness and times of anxiety. I’ll bake bread to nourish friends and strangers around our table, I’ll tuck another blanket into a nook where it’s ready to warm a lap, I’ll sleep enough to be fully present to each day, with each experience and each person it brings. My hope for such practices is that I will sense God’s hospitality forming the core of my being, but not just so I can feel good about myself. As that core becomes embodied in my home, my home becomes a center within my city and a private liturgy becomes a liturgy for the life of the world.
