Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy. Six days you shall labor and do all your work, but the seventh day is the Sabbath of the Lord your God…
Exodus 202:8-10 (NKJV)
I cannot wait for the morrow. I have pushed too hard for too long and it is starting to tell on me. Come Sabbath, come. My Sabbath practice, nearly four months in really has become a way of life, this resting place, this slowing down to savor, and this week I need it desperately. I crave Sabbath rest. I am exhausted.
Not just my body but my soul. I am weary. Remember the old spiritual, “I’m so glad trouble don’t last always”? How long is that, exactly? Lord, I am tired. I have taken on too much, not rested the temple, not worshipped in obedience to You. I humbly confess my sins and now I’m throwing up my hands. Come Holy Spirit. Come, Sabbath, come. I will rest, and worship, and rest.
The week is done. I have given my best. Now the rest I give to God.
Until next week,
On Sundays, I fellowship with Deidra at the Sunday Community