I vividly remember a comment left regarding
this post comparing the Sabbath to low tide.
I could feel the excitement rising from the words
used throughout the comment as she
realized observing a Sabbath didn’t have to be
a difficult undertaking after all.
No matter whether you call it, a break, a rest or a Sabbath,
our family has determined this time non-negotiable.
We spend the majority of our Sunday relaxing and doing nothing
or anything which brings rest to our hearts and souls.
We sleep in and when we return from church, I can tell
each one of us releases an audible exhalation.
No one expects anything of one another.
There are no to-do lists flashing before our eyes.
There are no obligations or “shoulds”.
There is just sweet unhindered time.
I feel strongly about inviting others to rest for two reasons.
I spent years packing too much life into the small windows
of my calendar, I came to dread whole months at a time.
I have learned the richness of issuing a halt notice to the crush of busyness.
Once you start putting brackets around one chosen day of the week,
you won’t easily return to the old way of life.
It can be a half-day or even a few hours.
From time to time, I thought I would present a
snapshot of our Sabbath.
I am sharing it not as something to duplicate rather
to illustrate the simplicity involved in our Sundays.
I want you to see that it’s not perfect and there
are Sundays when our best intentions
collide with life.
Mostly I want you to know that I see you
with your shoulders hunched over and your spine in the
form of a “C”.
I know you are weighed down by the demands of life.
I wanna whisper to you the most beautiful
Here’s what our Sabbath looked like last week:
- we slept in
- extended pajama time
- took a break from church (God understands)
- read books
- watched sappy movies
- Carl and Caleb baked and created brownie cookie sandwiches
- clearly the above means low carb living goes out the window
on a day of rest
- watched and played hoops
- Helen worked on Project Life
- captivated by a sky show of blue to charcoal gray to rain to hail.
- listened to thunder claps
- foraged through the fridge for a potpourri
we deemed a dinner feast thus making room for Monday’s groceries.
- watched The Amazing Race
It always looks different.
Your Sabbath will look different and it should
as there are no rules and of course no “shoulds”.
It is always the freshest air inflating our souls to capacity.
Please don’t make it difficult or consider it an additional chore.
It’s not rocket science,
it’s simply rest.
The week empties our strength,
let the Sabbath saturate your dry vacant places.