Sitting on the couch staring at the dirty floor, the dusty table top, or the ants marching by is revealing a deep-seated need for control that I can't satisfy right now. It's also illuminating how much of my sense of self-worth comes from insecure and ridiculous sources like a clean house and good cooking. I'm not handling this very well.
I'd like a healthy back, but even more I crave a healthy spirit. I want to hold things more lightly, accept what comes my way, and ground myself deeply in my identity as a precious daughter of God.