"If busyness can become a kind of violence, we do not have to stretch our perception very far to see that Sabbath time – effortless, nourishing rest – can invite a healing of this violence. When we consecrate a time to listen to the still, small voices, we remember the root of inner wisdom that makes work fruitful. We remember from where we are most deeply nourished, and see more clearly the shape and texture of the people and things before us." ~ Wayne Muller
How thankful I am for Sundays - our Sabbath, our family time together. The book Sabbath by Wayne Muller changed me, and now I must have our quiet, laid-back Sundays to remember who I am, who we are together.
We've now enacted a rule of no TV, DVDs, iPads, or any other form of visual entertainment on the Sabbath. After fielding about 55 requests from our two-year-old of, "Mommy? Can I watch sump'in?" I think she's finally catching on that the TV goes night-night on the Sabbath.
There is so much more I want to do as a family to embrace this special time of the week, but at least it's a start.
As I said in an earlier post about Sabbath, "The point is taking my hand off the plow, knowing I can't do it all. Knowing that God can and will work through me, that His strength will be the life that courses through my veins. And that by keeping my focus on the rhythms He gave us in this world, I can truly find rest."
Tonight we ended our Sabbath with a candelit meal that my husband prepared - buttery spaghetti squash smothered in savory meat and mushroom sauce with crusty bread. It was perfect.