Slowly pushing the grocery cart down each aisle, H and I marvel over the choices, stopping every few feet to admire the selection. A new grocery store in a small town is like an outfit put together from pieces in your closet you’d forgotten were tucked in the back. We stepped into a new world last night.
Our daughter graduated from high school.
And suddenly, everything seems new all over again.
Like bringing home a tub of salted caramel gelato I usually never allow myself.
May you savor Sabbath like each spoonful of decadent dessert — slow and without the guilt. And Monday will be a clean slate of sweet possibility.
Are you ready to choose rest among the selections on your plate?
Happy Sabbath Friends!