On Sunday, my hubby took the kiddos to the zoo so that I could have some time to write. Ah. So, I packed up the old, faithful laptop and headed out to Starbucks.
Soy misto (aka cafe au laut) and a piece of pumpkin bread next to the computer, my fingers pecking away at the letters, I felt quite fine indeed.
I decided to share this picture. “Working on Sunday,” I captioned it.
A good friend of mine responded with a Tweet (seriously, it catches me off guard when I get a Tweet-back. I often forget about Twitter altogether). She twittered…er…twatted…um…Twizzlered…well, you know…she did the Twitter thing.
“So, when do you take a Sabbath?”
I had to think for a moment. Yes. Keeping a Sabbath day holy. No working on the Sabbath. Right? A day of the week to leave off of work and focus wholly on the Lord.
Had I broken one of the commandments? I had to consider it.
If I hadn’t gone to Starbucks and the kids hadn’t gone off to the zoo with Jeff…hmm…what would I have done at that moment.
3. Keep the kids from wrestling inside the house
4. Cook lunch
5. Clip coupons
6. Make a grocery list
7. Swap the laundry and fold
8. Put laundry in drawers
9. Think about dinner
10. Wonder when in the world I’ll ever have time to write
But, sitting at the brand new, shiny Starbucks, a huge cup of coffee in my hand, I sighed. Listened to a whole lot of nothing much (beside the Bob Marley CD they had playing over the speakers). The aroma of freshly ground dark roast wafting around me. A story taking shape on the screen before me. A story of mercy. I realized, yes, that moment was a Sabbath moment. A moment of rest. A moment to train my focus on the work that God has for me.
That Sabbath moment was a gift. From my husband. The barista. The Father.
It was made for me. Not I for it.
I relished the moment and praised God for it.
Then set my fingers to typing some more.
Found rest in the writing.
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