Sometimes I wish Sunday morning service didn't end. Sometimes I wish that I could stay surrounded by people worshiping God and seeking him with all their heart; hopeful, focused, their souls lifted.

Picking up Rowan from the church nursery, carrying purses, diaper bags, bible-study materials, saying quick hellos in the lobby - my heart aching as I wish I had more time to spend asking about a friend who is currently going through her third miscarriage in as many months, wishing I could stop my sister-in-law and tell her how awesome and faithful she is to her brother as she juggles three young children and her own journey of faith, wanting to discuss the morning's sermon with the pastor on the way out - "I'd love to discuss the concept of the 'inverted kingdom" - I've been meaning to invite him and his wife over for dinner for the last 6 months.

Driving home thinking about what chores need to be done before the work week begins, I wonder whether I even have the time to pursue the incarnate life. What would that look like? Where exactly would that fit in? I have books piled up around the house. Brian McClaren, Rob Bell, Donald Miller, Dallas Willard, Phillip Yancey - I have podcasts up the wazoo, and now I'm blogging - still trying to figure it out.

I've joined a blog/book club with a bunch of really interesting and smart women - to focus on Spiritual Formation. I excited but petrified. Spiritual Formation sounds so time consuming -like I have to quit my job and think really hard about myself and God for long periods of time. Maybe that is why I have been putting it off. I know that it is a journey I need to begin and that ultimately God will help me with the scheduling part of it. So, with that in mind, I'm off to bed to read today's Divine Hours - there hasn't been enough of them for me today.