I want, so badly, to understand this Sabbath thing – keeping it, respecting it, letting it be a real and repeated part of our family. The Sabbath slow down as a normal routine, not a special occurence.
So, I pile up the magazines and books I have been meaning to read next to the couch, and I contemplate my Sunday menu – a nice cozy meal for a cozy day. And oh, I do need to throw in a load of laundry but just one… and maybe I better check my emails – it would be rude not to…
The books and magazines are a cover for my work – I am looking for ideas for writing and publication. The meal is more lavish than it need be – I want to please my family with a super meal, but a little more time with Mom is more desired.
And you know the laundry and the emails are a slippery slope- first it’s one load, then, before you know it, you’re attacking the mending, and then, well, you’ve Martha-ed yourself into a corner. A very tired and sort of resentful corner.
My hubs has got this whole Sabbath thing DOWN. He loves church, and then, he loves:
The couch for a nap
Backgammon with Blonde
Wrestling with Red
Creating tinker toy windmills with both
There is nothing wrong with laundry and making lovely meals on Sunday; I Know for SURE this is not the angle I am taking here. It’s the heart. My Sundays are restless and jangled, and they are not what my Father asked of my heart.
I’m going for:
EVERY time my children ask to play or hug or sit and read a book, I will say yes.
I’ll report back to you and let you know how my Sabbath experiment goes.
I wonder if it will give me some much needed rest for my heart.
And I leave you with this: