This is the second Sunday, in the last six months, that we get more hours of rest than activities on a so-called rest day. So far I like the current arrangement but I still feel as though it is unreal. Just like breaking any other tradition, the mind voluntarily complements the change with a moral guilt. I'm still trying to depart from this ghost-like remorse that comes out of nowhere but immediately disappears when I flood my mind with reason. This brings me back to the early days of my marriage. For months after Tim and I got married, I used to wake up in the night and realize that I am sleeping next to a man.
"This is wrong! I should not be sleeping next to a guy!" Tim would then remind me that we're married - everything would be fine again - then I'd go back to sleep. It is ridiculous but that's how I feel sometimes about not attending the morning worship service at Cornerstone. We attend the evening service at Folsom Community Church now as part of the service we want to do this year.
Rest is intentional loosening-up. It is
not inactivity. Our family schedule is often bombarded with the
daily, immediate, and superficial demands of life. Rest should provide a temporary relief away from our attempts to fix the world so that we could have the time and attitude to appreciate what God has been doing all along.
This may sound counterintuitive but some of my most restful moments have often been shared with my husband while taking our morning walks and sharing our spiritual reflections with each other.
"Be still and know that I AM God" ~ Psalm 46:10
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