Today was full of busy-ness.  Chores, laundry, yard work, planning and preparing for the week ahead. Church then dinner out.  It felt the same as any other day of the week, and I’d like to change that.

I’m thinking about initiating Slow Sundays in our house.  A day of rest, the way it was intended.  A day for reading, spending time together, going for walks and being outside, and for taking time to pause before the new week begins.  A Sabbath.

I have a couple of books on the Sabbath waiting to be read.  Perhaps now is the time to pick one up and see how it fits into our life.  Things are moving and changing so quickly right now, and my soul is craving space to breathe, space to just be.

I don’t think that will naturally happen on its own.  We have been trained to fill up any dead time with activity and purpose.  It is a badge of honor to have more things to do than can be done, to go to bed too late and wake up too early, to walk into any meeting or appointment late and breathless, pridefully apologizing for all that we are trying to juggle.

I will have to be intentional about carving out time for slowness and be purposeful about what that time looks like while being mindful that it doesn’t feel like another box to check off the list.

I will have to remind myself that even God Himself took a day to rest.

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Today I choose:  gratitude.