We abandoned our plates of steaming mixed-up eggs
and puckered ribbons of turkey bacon when the first speckled
puppy came into view.
At first we peered through our window as if we
were puppies in a pet shop begging for an owner.
Then we opened our front door and ran down the
stairs as fast as our stocking feet would carry us.
A small crowd descended from all directions of
our neighborhood and cars carrying smiling passengers would slow
but continue to their destination.
Eye contact was fleeting as none of us were the main attraction.
Our attention was firmly placed on wobbly paws and enchanting eyes.
Oh the licks and the pretend bites and the tunnels they
made of our legs compelled us to attempt to contain their wiggling
skin in our arms.
Play fighting and the hazards of curbs created
their own brand of peril.
We call out our favorites which change with each a flick of a
tail or a blue-eyed gaze imparted.
The to-do list can wait.
The time for eating has lost its turn.
We are entranced.
An under-the-weather boy regained his strength.
Sometimes the Sabbath looks like a puppy.
You might feel you are peering through a window with your nose
pressed upon it hoping that you can summon yourself to leave
the familiar constraints of busyness.
Why does rest seem inconceivable when it should be second nature?
The Sabbath invites us to draw back the curtains allowing the
rising and setting sun to warm our faces.
It’s a gift to close a door on the other six days and
prop open a screen door for play to visit for one day.
It’s not designed to enhance our attachment to watches
or cell phones.
It’s a call to sharing a meal and sometimes
even letting the contents of the plate grow cold
because your heart beckons you to more satisfying feast.
Why not put the car in park for a while?
It’s about losing time yet gaining your soul.
It’s being reminded we are all God’s favorite and He won’t
ever change His mind.
He has issued an invitation to seek rest and delight
and let work simply cease.
How often we forget that God enjoys
seeing His children tumble into the
warm sweet spot of joy.
Some days it is all about getting your face licked by
a creature with fur whose chief delight is to play.
May your Sabbath look just like a puppy.
May you take one day each week to rest
and play with great abandon.
***My dear dad had such perfect timing
sending me a guide for the Sabbath
and play given during a church’s sermon.
You will find it under A Helping Hand
under the menu at the top of the blog.