I've been feeling a bit down this week, and I think it stems from realizing – yet again-- that I can't control the outcomes of so many things I'm involved in. No surprise there.

Guilt. As I sit, enjoying the morning sunrise and the gentle sounds of the stream and birds, a pang of guilt creeps in. I know that Tammi.

This week, I wrestled with the urge to rush projects and outcomes. Even as I felt that resistance.

This week, I found it harder to practice solitude. Typically, solitude for me means spending about 15 minutes in quiet

When I pause from life’s busyness, I notice a constant pull to fill the space I’ve intentionally created to be with Jesus.

Resistance came in many forms this week. The things that felt urgent and time-sensitive pulled me in first thing in the morning, demanding my attention. But these activities came at a cost

I immediately fought the urge to jump into my questions and prayer requests to God. Instead of turning my Solitude and Prayer time into a “me” session, I pulled back and simply sat with God—listening, rather than speaking.

Embracing Resistance as a Sign of Growth. I’ll be honest—I felt like a failure this week. My usual wind-down into Sabbath, which typically begins at 3:00 p.m. on Monday, slipped all the way to 7:30 p.m.

Once again, a long list of tasks and to-dos waited for me at the end of my Sabbath—slowly trying to steal my joy in the LORD.

I felt tired all week. On my Sabbath, I got up later than usual—7:30 a.m. Normally, I wake with a smile, eager to greet the day and enter into rest with the Lord.