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It\u2019s 1:00 in the afternoon when I drag the lawn chair out from under the umbrella on the back patio. I\u2019ve learned to protect with necessary vigilance this scheduled break in my day\u2014a two-hour window that opens and closes quickly. This groove worn into my days since my children were born has grown into a sacred rhythm for me, an opportunity for communion and worship, a soul pick-me-up before the day slants towards its closing.<\/p>\n Working from home presents an array of challenges and conveniences\u2014even breaks must be scheduled or else the hours fill with activities. This slated pause, this habit, is my sanity-saver.<\/p>\n To preserve and sustain this routine, I discovered long ago I\u2019d need to avoid scheduling appointments or planning errands that would prevent me from stepping fully into this break. Daily I fight the temptation to use this time to cram four hours of work into two, as it seems there is always more work than time. A lengthy, seemingly unaffordable pause in production seems like a waste of time.<\/p>\n But I am not a machine. My work is intertwined with my spiritual life, and I cannot produce fruit when I am not connected to the Vine. For me, connectivity is best maintained by a habit of worship. By inviting God into the center of my spinning, I find myself tethered to Him.<\/p>\n Recent stretches of moderate weather have allowed me to take this break outside, planting myself just behind the trickling birdbath, to the right of the overgrowing garden. Shifting the location of this practice has allowed for fresh observations.<\/p>\n Usually, I bring along a handful of books, my journal, and a few colorful pens to my sitting spots. Some days, though, my journal remains closed as I notice color, life, and texture. The steady trickle of the fountain serves as a musical accompaniment to my quiet worship. The colors of goldfinch and cardinal, hosta blooms and swollen bumblebee, prompt prayers leading me into thanksgiving for the wonders of God\u2019s creation\u2014for beauty that inspires art and poetry and praise. One prayer leads to another, each inspired by the one before.<\/p>\n Pondering Romans 12:1 the other day, the afternoon sun warming my face, I noticed the way the birds returned repeatedly to the feeder. Their habit of constantly returning to what feeds them gave me a picture of why I embrace these times of inactivity. I, too, need to return to the One who feeds me. By offering my whole self\u2014all of my attention\u2014I sacrifice otherwise productive time to find a deep, profound, soul-level productivity.<\/p>\n I\u2019ve learned to love this time after lunch, when I can stop striving and simply be present. I come most days laden with questions and curiosities, and occasionally weighted by burdens that must be set down. Presenting myself to God helps me release my cares and expectations and remain open to the Holy Spirit.<\/p>\n James says draw near to God and He will draw near to you. I feel God\u2019s presence in the habit of stillness woven into my daily life. I\u2019ve learned that the work will wait, that meeting God in the middle of the everyday is a way to present myself to God. Through this daily habit, my very life becomes an offering, which Paul says is my spiritual worship.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n As a sequin-wearing, homeschooling mom of four, Kris Camealy is passionate about Jesus, people, and words. When she\u2019s not writing, she enjoys taking gratuitous pictures of her culinary creations on\u00a0Instagram<\/a>. She once ran 10 miles for Compassion International. She is the author of\u00a0Holey, Wholly, Holy: A Lenten Journey of Refinement<\/a>\u00a0and blogs at\u00a0kriscamealy.com<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n Featured Image: Photo by\u00a0Rob Amend<\/a>. Used with\u00a0Permission<\/a>. Source via\u00a0Flickr<\/a>.<\/em> This post is part of a symposium between the Catholic, Evangelical, and Faith and Work Channels on\u00a0spiritual disciplines for work. \u00a0 by Kris Camealy It\u2019s 1:00 in the afternoon when I drag the lawn chair out from under the umbrella on the back patio. I\u2019ve learned to protect with necessary vigilance this scheduled break in […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1712,"featured_media":1466,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[322,323,109],"class_list":["post-1464","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-work-practices","tag-habits","tag-spiritual-disciplines","tag-work"],"yoast_head":"\n![\"9274141470_6ed4334d87_z\"](\"https:\/\/wp-media.patheos.com\/blogs\/sites\/406\/2015\/04\/9274141470_6ed4334d87_z-300x225.jpg\")
<\/em>by Kris Camealy<\/em><\/p>\nThe Habit of a Scheduled Pause<\/h2>\n
The Habit of Worship<\/h2>\n
The Habit of Returning<\/h2>\n
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\n\u201cI Cannot Produce Fruit\u201d:\u00a0Photo by Marty Hadding. Design by Jennifer Dukes Lee.
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