It makes me kind of frustrated.
How is a mom of two young boys, wife to a busy husband, and over-booked lady herself, supposed to spend a day resting?
How can she not?
What I've discovered, so far, is that Sabbath is an attitude, more than any one action. It is a purposeful seeking of rest and rejuvenation. (It doesn't mean I find it, but I am seeking.) It is a thoughtful "no" to many of life's demands, if just for one day. This is what it has looked like for me:
Leave the bed unmade.
Leave the clothes in the hamper.
Lay on the couch with the children.
Attempt a nap. Fail.
Sit outside and watch them play in the backyard.
Leave my phone in my purse (for most of the day).
Talk to my husband.
Read a book.
Cook a healthy dinner.
These aren't radical changes. It may look like your normal day. It was a day full of conscientious actions, for me.
My goal, for now, is to savor a certain slowness on Sunday afternoons. It requires balance. I don't want to sabotage the rest of my week. (If no one has clean clothes on Monday, that's no good, but if they are a little bit wrinkled, okay.) At the same time, don't want to miss the peace that comes from slowing. The waters behind me are choppy, I've discovered, when I run on full speed, all the time. That goes for my entire family. I don't want our Sunday to look like every other day, except we rushed out the door to church instead of to school or work. So I'm working to slow us on Sundays, to reflect on the week behind, to prepare for the week ahead, to allow the waters to calm, to make room for God to work. Not that he can't work in swirling waters - he can, of course. But he asks me to slow down. For that reason alone, I should.
That's what I'm working on this Lenten season. What about you?
Michele for Hear It/Use It
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