I think this may be a re-run.

I love the holidays.

Love them.

That being said... The holidays are a marathon: they are high-energy and exhausting. Family members come in from afar and stay for days on end, which I consider a tremendous blessing, but in the wake of 5 family meals-a-day, coffee with high school friends, Tacky Christmas and other holiday parties, spontaneous class reunions, and late-night gab fests with old friends, there is very little time to just be.

There is not a lot of time to catch my breath and gaze into a Lake Guntersville sunset, and there's not a lot of time to meditate on God's glory. I have a hard time fitting in my quiet time, and when I do have a down moment I am incredibly selfish with it. It's incredibly hard not to snuggle up with my latest biography (Vivien Leigh waits for no one, I like to say), and sometimes just a long indulgent, hot shower has my name written all over it.

Lately, though, I have had the privilege of talking to some very dear friends about very serious matters. Sure, we talk about who's married to who and where so-and-so is now, but from time to time our conversations take a deeper turn into spirituality and our walks with our Maker. In fact, I have several sweet friends who talk about their relationship with Christ in their everyday conversation, and that is so refreshing to me.

I am so easily distracted. I mean that 100%. I am an interruptor, and I seldom finish a story without telling two or three side stories within it. So when I decide now is the perfect time to sit down and get into the Word, it is no big surprise that I am at the computer blogging about it instead.

But here is my resolution (just a little late): to make time, to make it my priority, to sit down and read a devotion and Scripture, to pray daily, and to talk openly and often about my walk. My prayer for this season of my life is to get plugged in somewhere... to some sort of Bible study, or just to find a church home in Tuscaloosa.

So there it is. I am so tired; the holidays, although thrilling and practically perfect, have completely worn me out. I am just reaching that point, two days before I return to the mania of grad school, where I can rest.

Now I'm going to hit the Good Book. I'm reading with it as my devotion My Utmost for His Highest, and it is so, so convicting.