sundays

i grew up taking sunday afternoon naps.

sundays, from morning until night,

were for rest, renewal, and restoration.

no chores, no homework, no tv.

instead

in the morning we went to church as a family

and then later in the day we hung out, read, played, napped, imagined, baked,

made a meal,

or didn't do much of anything at all.

sometimes i would protest,

but there was something really freeing -even as a young child -about having a day in which there were no expectations of production, efficiency, accomplishment.

i often lose that perspective & i try to knock out some of my to do list, catch up on things, multi-task.

some days i feel like i haven't had a good day unless i've gotten "enough" done.

(whatever that means)

this morning i am thinking about how much our bodies and our souls crave rest.

(photo taken in 2008)

may your day be still.

soak in moments of

getting nothing done,

worshipping,

enjoying the people around you,

listening,

slowing down,

being at peace.

you have plenty of time to get to your list of to do's later.

i promise.