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Sabbath

I’m speaking on Sabbath next month, so I thought I’d take some notes on what Sabbath looks like at our house, with two teenagers.

Fire, fierce and warming, glows in the worn brick fireplace in my family room. The washing machine swishes steady in the background.

Sabbath is over, but glows like an ember in the early darkness of an autumn evening.

Sabbath crept in unannounced at sundown Saturday, as we had dinner with friends at their home.  I’d helped those friends by watching their kids for the afternoon (although I adore those kids so it was joy for me to do so). So Sabbath began with a meal around a table with friends. Conversation with kids and adults was peppered with moments and depth, and moments of wiping up spilled Gatorade. After dinner, the dads and kids played Wii bowling. At the kids’ bedtime (early) we went home and went to bed.

Sunday morning my son had an early meeting with his small group leader, my daughter went to lead her small group in the three year old room, and my husband and I went to church.  We went in different directions, but all experienced community. Thanks to texting, we kept in touch through the day.

After church I came home and lounged on the couch, reading. My daughter read and napped upstairs. My son sent a text that he was going out to lunch with friends.  I read an article about walking in the woods. So eventually, I went for a walk in the woods, enjoying a cool but sunny fall afternoon. Milkweed loosed its hold on fluffy contents, ancient pear trees in a meadow held their fruit even though their leaves had already fallen. The blue sky over a patch of prairie made me nostalgic for the covered wagons of my ancestors (even though on that prairie in a suburban forest preserve, I can hear the drone of a plane overhead and the quiet swish of nearby traffic)

I came home, puttered a bit in the garden, simply enjoying the beautiful afternoon. I cannot think of a more perfect sort of day than one I can spend outside (wearing a sweatshirt and down vest and jeans) playing in the garden. I divided perennials, snipped and trimmed a few branches. Breathed in fall air, talked with and listened to Jesus.

Later, I made roasted carrots and parsnips, baked potatoes and pork chops with apples and onions. My daughter and I snacked on the carrots and parsnips, and she took notes on how I make my pork chop recipe. “I’m glad you’re a good cook,” she said. “I’m glad you’re not a picky eater,” I replied. “Though those two might be related.” We talked about college applications, which led to a conversation on our Myers-Briggs profiles. We got too full from eating all the carrots to even want the dinner, so I left it on the stove until my son came home from volleyball practice.

Sabbath is a day when I am never too busy to do what I am doing. Where structure is released, and we can eat an entire baking sheet of roasted vegetables and not worry about whether all the food groups were adequately represented.

My son came home and sat down to devour the pork chops and a baked potato. (we didn’t mention the carrots and parsnips he’d missed—I warmed a dish of frozen mixed veggies). He told me about his day. I listened. I had nothing else I needed to do, no where else I needed to go.

Sabbath is a day when this working mom (currently the primary breadwinner) slows down enough to listen. To listen to a pear tree rattling in the wind yet celebrating her abundance. To listen to a daughter who is discovering who she is, and trying to figure out how to communicate that discovery on her college applications.  To listen to a son who finds joy in spending most of his Sunday at church or in community. To listen to the voice of my own gladness, which calls me to the woods and to the backyard and to rest.

Sabbath for us is a sundown to sundown day, so technically, as soon as I need the lights on in the house, the day is over. Which is why I am back on the computer, writing this. And why the washing machine labors. And yet, the peace that the day of rest brought lingers like the fragrance of the wood burning fireplace, companionable and warm.

 

6 Comments

  1. Thanks I just sincerely LOVE the listening part.. such validation…

  2. BEAUTIFUL DAY OF RESTING IN THE LORD. WE TOO SHARED A FAMILY DINNER…WHAT JOY TO HAVE FAMILY CLOSE TO ENJOY. THANKS…

  3. I preached on Sabbath yesterday. The more study it, the more I am challenged.

  4. Clint, thanks for your comment. Sabbath is a practice that grows in richness as we practice it and learn about it.

  5. I loved reading your blog. That is something I need to learn to just rest in God’s love, and to take the time to listen. I recently lost my dear husband, and I am having a difficult time to just rest in God’s love. Reading your blog brought peaceful images to mind. Thanks.

  6. Darlene, we’re so glad you’re here. I’m so sorry for your loss, and my prayer is that you would feel a sense of community in this online conversation.

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