At the end of the day,
I come home and throw my coat on a chair.
Then I do the dishes.
I spill something on the rug.
Then I clean it up.
I roll around in my bed.
Then I straighten the sheets.
There is mess, there is chaos,
there is ease and spaciousness.
And soon after, there is order,
neatness, the scrape of a bristled brush on a dustpan.
Some days I decide to be sugar-free,
others I eat cake,
but most of the time those are the same days.
My body is a temple and my home,
so I want to treat it kindly and nourish it well.
It’s also God’s gift to me,
to do with as I please.
I was given that freedom.
Every workout, every lie-in,
every green juice or pizza,
it is all divine.
Born of my divine free will.
The intentions and the missteps
are the path to remembering
I am watched and protected,
and I feel that sheltering love
in every inch of my
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