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I don't practice self-care and neither do you, even if you call it that.

Here are some pictures of some things around my life

that bring me great joy, pleasure, rest, fun, and refreshment.

I read my Bible at a fast pace with thousands of women all over the world learning to feast on his word and let that change us.

I love to knit, weave, needlepoint, basically anything revolving around wool and color.

That collection of zipper bags is full of different projects. A sweater, a dishcloth, probably a forgotten project.

I bought Primrose because it is February and how else would I get through it? I sit down in the day sometimes with coffee putting my feet up.

I often sneak out at night after dinner

and enjoy a quiet trip through Goodwill

to see if anyone has recently purged glorious sets of China. I bake sourdough because every part of that

process delights me and at the end my family is delighted as well. We yell at

each other to look at the mountain whenever it is doing something glorious like

this and I fairly often startle visitors with the fact that I have a huge loom in a bedroom and a potter's will and kiln in the garage.

So when I say I am against self-care and then admit all of this what does it mean?

I believe that the chief end of man is to glorify God and enjoy him forever.

Who made the mountains for us to walk in?

Who made sheep with such a useful coat?

Who made colors and gave us eyes to enjoy them?

Who gave us his word to shape us and refresh us?

Who planted a coffee bean that we might enjoy it?

Who are all these good gifts from? It is not a gift from me to me. When I take a moment to

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