Shabbat – the day of rest. Do you rest, or do you work as if it is another day.
I have started trying to rest, really rest, on Sunday. But I struggle. No lists, or cooking, and no laundry, from sunset Saturday evening, until sunset Sunday evening.
Sitting on the couch, trying to find the solitude of soul, an inner quite; but my thoughts come crashing in, uninvited, and unruly.
The Crockpot slowly cooks for me, as I begin my day of rest. A day not created as a burden, but a day crafted as a gift.
“Then God blessed the seventh day and sanctified it, because in it He rested from all His work which god had created and made.” (Genesis 2:3)
“Very truly I tell you, the Son can do nothing by himself; he can do only what he sees his Father doing, because whatever the Father does the Son also does.” (John 5:19)
This rest is not an easy thing; this trying to copy what my Father does. My mind races, with wanting to get things done; things that, in truth, I could have done yesterday, or it could wait until tomorrow.
Nothing must be done today except rest.
In Rest, we slow down, and somehow, God is easier to hear.
Today, I have found it difficult to be still and know that He is God…that He is near. So, I leave the confines of these four walls, and walk outside.
“Show me, God, your Glory”, I whisper up, and the breeze carries my breath prayer into the throne room.
And as the breeze that carried my breath to Him, returns to me with His presence. He is near to me, I know. I look around, and there He is, in all of His glory…the Lord of Shabbat!
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