THE SABBATH I DID

On Tuesday I set my goals for Sabbath rest. Does it sound wrong to have goals for resting? Anyway I wanted my rest this week to be more than vegging out. I wanted it to be RE…creational. So I thought planting my indoor garden would be good fun.

My daughter-in-law and I have discussed several times the idea of getting the gardens back here at the Vicarage. It starts now with me planting the seeds in the little starter pots I bought at Walmart.

It took me about an hour to go from nothing to planted and watered. I had forgotten how much fun it is working in the soil, I got peppers, tomatoes, some kale and herbs into the pots.

My other goal as stated was to start pencil drawing again. It has been years since I put pencil to paper in an artistic fashion. My hand is shaky. But it is a start.

WHAT KINDS OF THINGS DO YOU FIND RE…CREATIONAL FOR YOUR DOWNTIME?

TODAY IS TUESDAY

Today is Tuesday. It is the end of my work week. It is the day I prepare for my personal sabbath. So I will prepare by writing down some things (quotes) I am going to think about during my sabbath rest. I will also write and schedule my blog for tomorrow so that I can pull back fully from the world.

The secret of happiness is not in doing what one likes, but in liking what one does.-James M. Barrie

2024 Day 4…Missing Day 3

Tuesday is the end of my week. Wednesday is my Sabbath. I am still trying to figure out what Sabbath should look like in my life. It is a day of rest, but more than that it is a day of a different rhythm. I am fighting with myself to figure out whether writing is part of that different rhythm. Is it work? Is it relaxation? Is it work that relaxes me?

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Anyway, yesterday I tried the day without writing (although I still did my daily video for the other blog so I am not sure it was really a good test). I like writing. I missed it, but honestly, I was so tired I am not sure I had the brain space for it anyway. Even my prayer and Bible time were spent mostly in a staring stupor.

I was in the Book of Deuteronomy so I am not sure that helped either.

But the real weariness came from my “busy days of ministry ” Sunday, Monday and Tuesday.” Sunday is my preaching day. This week I preached us down a rabbit hole which is always more exhausting than sharing direct from the notes.

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Then of course we had our NewYear’s Day celebration.

Monday I led an hour of worship at The Worship Room.

Tuesday was staff meeting and then Royal Rangers, boy’s ministry.

My end of week is filled with awesome ministry, but sometimes it does feel like this.

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Yet another reason for me to lose some weight and get in shape!

THE SWELLS, THE STORMS, THE SABBATH

The swell of life’s ocean. A beautiful storm: Love… adventure…community… the wonder of the now… the blessing of eternity.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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