The rigors of motherhood, ministry, and simply being a grown-up in a broken world had hollowed me out. I was brittle, irritable, undernourished, and overextended. Making space for one hour of pure enjoyment began to fill my hollowness with a weighty kind of joy.
Yes! I’m totally there right now and I have made it a practice to go away to the bookstore for a couple hours each week. It’s so great to have this practice reaffirmed.
