O Giver of Love,
and all that is good
You have provided Sabbath
calendar marked since the dawn of time
Oh how I needed rest in my mommy years,
we practiced Sabbath,
knew You made this holy day
my personal gift it seemed.
Saying no to everyday on Sunday
gave rest and life.
Oh, how I need rest, today, in these sandwich years
Children gone, parents aging
easier to ignore Sabbath now
No little eyes watching
So much work to be done in this season,
so little time.
Often, we Your children,
think Your Old Testament admonitions
You shall keep the Sabbath holy.
What’s wrong with a Sunday run to the grocery store
a quick trip to the mall
Sunday practices for our kids’ teams?
But doing the ordinary tarnishes the holy.
Ignoring His intentions
declares I know better.
Sabbath is rhythm
the stability of constancy
the weekly celebration of the resurrection
a day to rejoice in redemption
never for legalism.
In music there are rests,
for balance in harmony, crescendo, conclusion.
In painting planned spaces for calming neutrals,
pauses for the eye,
balance for color intensity.
Rising bread must rest
night was made for rest
winter another ordained pause for rest.
Our fallen from perfection bodies need rest,
this need reminds me of my limits, finitude,
my every breath a reliance on Thee.
Rest is sacred,
it’s practice declared holy,
but we doers can’t imagine change,
in rest … in sleep … yet,
He gives to His beloved even in his sleep.*
Lord, my life is full of good things
but I often try too much;
foolishly fill calendars to the brink,
evenings, before dawn risings,
Little margins, few boundaries,
frantic pace, few pauses, pure days of rest.
Your words are life,
wisdom, guidance, health.
You gave me Sabbath for my good
for our collective good, your children.
By keeping it I bow before your eternal wisdom
I am ever Yours my God.
Honoring Your rhythms
choosing to keep Sabbath
Thank You for this gift of rest,
which I need more than I know.