This weekend and every day, here’s to living from the spacious place . . .

But me he caught — reached all the way 

from sky to sea; he pulled me out

Of that ocean of hate, that enemy chaos,

the void in which I was drowning.

They hit me when I was down,

but God stuck by me.

He stood me up on a wide-open field (a spacious place);

I stood there saved — surprised to be loved!

Psalm 18:16-19 MSG

How can you inject a bit of breathing room into your weekend?