So, logically enough, the book I pulled from my "To Be Read" pile happened to be one called Invited: The Power of Hospitality in an Age of Loneliness, by Leslie Verner. As I set out on my determined, singleminded, self-indulging fall funk—I mean, *cough cough* my Saturday sabbath... *ahem* Okay, Lord, we both know You created me with a tendency toward introversion, and sometimes, I try way too hard to overcompensate, and then I make myself all whiny and resentful about it... I'm learning this whole boundaries-and-solitude, rhythms-and-life, sacrifice-and-self-care thing, okay? Really, I'm working on it.
Anyway. So I'm feeling especially worn and hollow yesterday, so I end up in my lawn chair in the back yard in the sunshine, with this book about hospitality and loneliness in my hand, already repining in my spirit about how I just need some time to be quiet and left alone, and maybe I don't ever actually want anything to do with another human being again—is that so wrong?
In spite of all the tired petulance in the world, or perhaps because of it, I opened up Verner's book and allowed her to begin to minister to me. And immediately, reading her opening pages, I felt myself beginning to ease into the familiar cadences of words I've said myself a thousand times.