For Christians, Sundays are a day of rest. Or they are supposed to be, anyway. But in our culture that values productivity and busyness higher than religion at times, the resting part of the holy day has been all but forgotten.
I'm a list-writer and someone who always has several irons in the fire in addition to projects I'd like to get started. Rest and relaxation aren't necessarily hard for me, but on weekend days I always feel like I need to make the most of my time, and often that includes activities that really don't need to be done that day.
Today I truly felt the desire to rest, and did not feel the guilt that usually accompanies that desire. When the baby woke up from nap, I played with him (and watched the Broncos/Patriots game) until everyone else got up. My husband graciously offered to take all three kids sledding so I could relax on the couch. I wasted no time snuggling in and falling quickly asleep. And it was glorious.
My husband took it a step further and entertained the boys downstairs while I tried to wake up, then he took the lead with supper while I basically wandered around aimlessly. Truly resting and not feeling at all guilty about it is such a relief. I feel like I am more ready to face the oncoming week than I usually am on Sunday nights. It's almost like the Lord planned it that way!
I'm a list-writer and someone who always has several irons in the fire in addition to projects I'd like to get started. Rest and relaxation aren't necessarily hard for me, but on weekend days I always feel like I need to make the most of my time, and often that includes activities that really don't need to be done that day.
Today I truly felt the desire to rest, and did not feel the guilt that usually accompanies that desire. When the baby woke up from nap, I played with him (and watched the Broncos/Patriots game) until everyone else got up. My husband graciously offered to take all three kids sledding so I could relax on the couch. I wasted no time snuggling in and falling quickly asleep. And it was glorious.
My husband took it a step further and entertained the boys downstairs while I tried to wake up, then he took the lead with supper while I basically wandered around aimlessly. Truly resting and not feeling at all guilty about it is such a relief. I feel like I am more ready to face the oncoming week than I usually am on Sunday nights. It's almost like the Lord planned it that way!
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