HIDING MYSELF IN HIM
It’s not often I get the house to myself. Don’t get me wrong. I love spending time with my family, and my husband is my favorite person to be around. But I recharge in quiet, and other people in the house rarely brings quiet. So when my husband and son decided to spend the day in Atlanta, I was grateful to be able to set the pace for myself. If I’m honest, I craved the time alone. Since the beginning of August my days had been steady, and the evenings equally so. I needed to rest. The past six weeks had brought a few transitions in our lives (a new job for me, the start of a ministry school for our church), and I had been searching for a sense of order to my days. I found it especially difficult to find time to go walking. After starting a load of laundry (and drinking my first cup of coffee, of course), I put on my workout clothes, selected a playlist on my phone and set off down the street. Three songs in, I could feel the humidity sticking to my skin, but the sweat and my achi
