I’ve thought deeply on the idea of Sabbath a few times in my life.
I love the idea of a special day set aside to celebrate and give thanks to our Lord.
It’s probably why I love Valentines Day so much, an entire day to say thanks and I love you to those most important in our lives!
But I’ve never found a way of keeping the feeling of Sabbath, of sanctuary and thanks and resting in my Lord’s hands longer than noon.
During church, when I sing and sway with my babes curling into me, I give glory and glow in His presence, overwhelmed with His obvious presence in my life, in my lap.
During services, I take notes and am contemplative, soaking up knowledge and forming more questions.
Then we head home…and my blood pressure begins to rise one idiot driver at a time.
And I’m hungry (hangry), and the dishes are dirty, and the meal isn’t ready (or is overly done), and the dog puked, and my babe is defiant, and I step on a Lego…
Serenity is gone.
Does my worship, my thanks, mean anything if I can’t hold onto it for longer than a few hours? If I’m so easily swayed into ugly?
I need to pray more on this, come up with some actual ways of accessing the deep peace and joy and gratefulness I do have for/with my Lord.
This morning I went to Target (shocking I know) and I picked up one of those really kitschy religious candles with different saints and brightly copied religious images on them.
(I love them in a bold, bad kitschy sort of way)
And with the golden flicker of flame against my neon Jesus, I’ll say a pray.
I’m actively pursuing peace. I’m choosing gratitude and finding real life ways to remind myself of it.
And ok, that’s not a Sabbath solution, but just maybe some days it will help.
And it’ll be worth it for the someday