Dusk hovers over my house, the fullness of life winding down with the sun, rooms requiring lamp light. But its 10:00 in the morning, skies an overturned grey bowl to the damp streets beneath. Rain droplets slowly seep into the driveway, creating a patchwork of splotchy shapes in variant shades of brown, pooling on unyielding grease spots.
These Saturdays are a permission slip to quiet. To drink the entire pot of tea, stay in flannels past lunchtime, and leave three-day hair in a pony to watch the Olympics.
May you give yourself the honor of exchanging obligation for the gift of rest, leave dust on your window ledges for later. The nearness of God’s presence hovers all week but he longs for your attention on Sabbath.
Like a slow rain seeping into the concrete of your circumstance, may his presence be a bleeding of peace fingering through your worries. Lamp light for your dim room at dusk.
Happy Sabbath Friends!
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