Sabbath. How did I enjoy it?
I went to church, joining with the fellowship of believers in painful praise, my heart sick with sorrow at the same time.
I reconnected with old friends in meaningful conversations both face to face and by email.
I lay in front of a log fire, basking in its warmth.
I wrestled - still wrestle - with questions of meaning and purpose, wondering what my next life step might be and how I can be fruitful.
I tidy a little, clear a little clutter, organise and plan.
I create a web listing, wanting to host strangers, engaging with what this might look like. I dream, and plan, and dream.
I delight in my granddaughter’s amazing prowess: has there have been such a curious, funny, imaginative, creative and adventurous little girl? Yes, of course: her mother, my daughter.
I thank God for the wonders of the internet: Skype, Instagram, electronic photos and videos…
And I prayed. I prayed comfort and consolation for my dear friend Tami and family who have lost our dear Stan. The world was a better place with him in it and now there is a gaping hole.
Sabbath. A good day. Let me create moments of Sabbath, as I do now, in my every day.
Sabbath. A good day. Let me create moments of Sabbath, as I do now, in my every day.