Good night Sunday night

Hello, 

My name is Kate. 

I'm twenty six years old, and I am really quite a happy person. 

I love to wake up on a Saturday morning and go to ballet, then cruise into a coffee shop either solo or with friends. Maybe my new ballet friends. 

On Sundays I like to walk or ride my bike to church and either socialise with everyone I make eye contact with, or slip out anonymously. It depends what mood I'm in. 

On Sunday afternoons, I quite enjoy having a nanna nap, before waking up and having an instant caramel-flavoured coffee on the back porch, with a square of 90% dark chocolate and a medjoul date. Maybe I'll bring my book and progress through a few chapters. 

I then enjoy cosy-ing up in bed with my bible and a notepad. At this point I can often be found staring off into space as my heart murmurs deep and intimate prayers. 

Then I suppose I may find either a decaf, or a glass of red wine (my heart rate probably doesn't know what's going on) and then doing some more journaling or drawing. What's expressed here is probably more what's happening in my soul and any unresolved conflict that needs processing. 

No music here. Maybe just a honey-caramel soy candle. I'm aparently into modern candles now. 

Then I mighty emerge from my bedroom and greet my housemates, so to you know, come out from my introspection. Probably not a good idea to stay there for too long. I realise I feel lighter and more collected at this point, and am more fun and peaceful to be with. And I can be with them in the moment too. 

We chat and turn the stove on and have superficial conversation about the weekend, the weather, work this week. I make my tin soup and they might chop up sausages or steam some fish- depending on who I'm chatting with. 

I'll head back to my room, and curl up with pumpkin soup and a rom-com such as "The Backup Plan" and apply the life-lesson analogies to my own life. But be discerning about which of the anologies are wise and which is foolish. A few more squares of 90% dark chocolate and a few more medjoul dates won't go astray.

Then I suppose I'll feel a little full and as though I should probably stretch my legs, so I'll download the soundtrack to the rom-com and go for a bike ride under the stars. But then I'll get sick of the lolly-pop sound track and probably switch to worship instead and pray about whatever comes to mind. I'll probably end up turning my music off though because riding under the stars at night is an experience to be had sometimes without music. 

Then I'll pop some Dido on and hop into the shower, singing out loud to the way she sings about love and life and wonder whether I live my life this way because of an internal wiring, or something else I'm not aware of. 

I'm twenty six, very happy with the weekend I've just had, which actually reflects most my weekends, and I'm fairly sure I don't want thT to change any time soon. 

I wonder if that's ok. I mean, I think it is. 

At the end of the day, I fix my eyes of Jesus, the author and perfector of my life and my faith. I trust Him. He's allowed me to live this way, when I know he could have guided me otherwise like He has done before. 

So I suppose I'll continue to hide in His shelter, within the natural rhythms He has allowed me to dance in. 

I collect my thoughts now and pack them away as I hop into bed.

If anything in my life is supposed to change, I'm sure He'll ever so slightly altar one or two things and It will happen quite naturally. Until then, 

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And that was that.