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?