Between 514 and youth group on Sunday afternoons I have about two hours. Two hours I can take to have a mini sabbath spent alone. The Sundays that I chose to do this are so restful. Its hard for me to find rest in my current busy life of two jobs with odd hours. Im also the type of person who really enjoys being around people. Taking time out to be alone, spend some time away from the world is huge for me. Take the time to rest, something I desperately need but I dont really realize that until Im in the mist of this rest.

Jason and I walked around UNCGs campus this past Saturday. It was my first time of really getting a nice walking tour of the campus. Getting to know the place that holds many stories for him. One of the stories for him, and apparently many other guys who went to UNCG, happened at my favorite spot on the campus – the swings. There is only one pair of swings, perfect for DTRs (which is what we did often in college isnt it?). I cant remember the last time I was on a swing. I loved being there even as the higher I got, the colder I felt (it was very chilly that day). There was a freeing feeling being in that swing that I had forgotten about.

Yesterday for my two hour sabbath I sought after a park with a set of swings. With my back to the busy street and toes pointed towards a painting worthy neighborhood – I swung. I brought books to keep me company. I found just as much comfort swinging with the wind blowing my hair into a tangled mess. My thoughts had a safe, quiet place to sort themselves.

“Fears of a girl, heart of a women and everything in between” really rang true this past Sunday afternoon. The act of being on the swing set, a childhood tradition as the setting for my thoughts of a grown women. Most of those thoughts being no different than the ones I had when I was a girl.