Sunday is rarely a day of rest for us. Today is no different. It is 7:18 as I begin typing this. My Starbucks is brewing. One child, our oldest, remains in bed. The Man has already been to Einstein Bagels to pick up 2 dozen bagels and 4 containers of cream cheese. Lucy and Caleb and The Man have already showered. Lucy will be picked up in 10 minutes (along with the bagels) to head to a school up past Annapolis for a day long volleyball tournament. The Man and our youngest boy will head out at the same time, in the opposite direction for an invitation only travel basketball team tryout.
Sunday is a day of rest. But rarely for us.
And I’m tired, y’all. Down right weary.
I’m not going to b-ball tryouts. I’m not going to the volleyball tournament. I’m going to sip my Starbucks and have some quiet time. I’m coming to my Lord and Savior, weary and in need of His rest. Philip and I will go to Sunday school and church. Just the two of us. And then I might come home and take a nap.
My house is a wreck. Yesterday was a day of cleaning. But not much cleaning got done. Unexpected errands kept coming up and I finally threw in the cleaning towel and just went along with all of it.
Please don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining. This is the way we have chosen to live our lives. But I do get weary. I do get tired. I do get frustrated at not being able to keep up with the house, finish projects.
I do, at times, wonder what God thinks of it all.
The Psalm I have been reading each morning and am beginning to memorize is Psalm 143:8-10 (NLT).
8 Let me hear of your unfailing love each morning,
for I am trusting you.
Show me where to walk,
for I give myself to you.
9 Rescue me from my enemies, Lord;
I run to you to hide me.
10 Teach me to do your will,
for you are my God.
May your gracious Spirit lead me forward
on a firm footing.
Our home is quiet again as the door just slammed shut for the second wave departing. It’s just me and the sleeping kid, if you don’t count the two dogs pacing in the kitchen, one cat chasing his Mousie around the living room, and Johnny chasing Stephanie & Georgette (the new girls) and Ginger & Maryann around the fish tank in Caleb’s room.
Off to officially greet the day with some Word. I pray a restful and peaceful Sunday for all of you.
I am glad that you are a part of my life!
3 thoughts on “Sunday…a Day of Rest.”
Praying for your day, dear Susan. For rest and quiet and a nap. My friend Heidi (she’s in NC–out your way!) sent me this verse in an email the other day–>>“In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength.” (Isaiah 30:15a)>>I read it and want to soak in it. Kind of like when your skin is dry and you’re longing for some lotion.>>Made me realize that I need to repent of self-sufficiency (which really doesn’t go so well!), rest in God’s sovereignty, stop rushing around like a crazy woman, and trust God to take care of the details. And to sit still long enough to hear him answer.>>Love you–wishing you could come over so that we could have an hour of quiet together this afternoon. We could sit on the couch and look at the trees and drink a pot of tea. (Or coffee, if you’d prefer!)>>Joanne
Girlfriend, you are precious. Keep on keeping on. It is what we do as we juggle everything, but you, taking the time to start your day with the WORD…you know where your help comes from…He WATCHES OVER YOU. >>Love you, hope your nap is good!>>(P.S. I almost didn’t say this but that girl who posted before me…she would have to fight me for you…I wanted to spend the afternoon with you…drinking Starbucks and chilling…:))
i know what you mean about be tired I just slept for 4 hours…ooops!! In the power of Christ we will stand!! =0)