The swell of life’s ocean. A beautiful storm: Love… adventure…community… the wonder of the now… the blessing of eternity.
I am finding labor and rest in the fullness of this ocean: Church…prayer… The Vicarage… The larger community… personal life… health… elder care…ministry… Sabbath…
All these waves to be surfed in the continual up an down rhythm of life’s tide.
I need to take advantage of the spaces between the waves, the little sabbaths of each day. And I need to simply ignore the waves at least once a week for a day…give these aging muscles some time to not meet the requirements of the ocean.
I was going to drive up to Claremont again today to visit Grace. My body said no to that. So I am going to drive up on Friday instead. I will call her this morning. Then I will let my mind wander through some of the study material I have on my desk. I will write and pray and take it easy. Maybe I will nap.
Notes From the Vicarage 
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Days of Rest (or Sabbath if you like) are so important. We UNDERVALUE how much our body mind and spirit really need them. I am no longer the “I will rest when I am dead” girl. That was my motto in my 20s’ and 30’s. Really since moving to the Netherlands, I have become the “Rest every week, and whenever you can” girl. I plan my week now around my quiet day, and if LIFE gets in the way, I immediately plan for the make up day. It may not always please people or work for them, but if I don’t keep my sabbath holy who will?
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That last point is so essential sister. We are responsible for the holiness of our life’s rhythm.
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