A Quiet House = ??

It is Sunday.

About 3:45 and a bit rainy.  The boys are out with Dad and grandparents.  I have a million things I could/should be doing.  A laundry list to to-dos.

Laundry being one of them.

But I am honestly trying to rewire my brain.  Because my “Type A” gives me this equation…

A quiet house = productivity

Type A’s are you with me?

But God gives me this equation…

Remember the Sabbath day.  Exodus 20:8

Ya’ll I am being serious.  If I take time to rest it is truly a work of the Holy Spirit in me.  Nothing in my blood tells me to slow down.  I am high productivity.  To a fault.

Things get done ’round here.

All but that “rest” thing, ahem.

Remember {zakar in Hebrew} means to be mindful of the day.  To preserve.

Mmm.  Preserve.  That word speaks to me.  Preserving is a different call to action.  To preserve takes a different effort and intentionality.

So now, as I sit…knowing there is a load of wet clothes in the wash.  A pile of clothes wrinkling in the dryer.  Toys thrown here and there.  Chicken to be prepped. And a mamaw to pick up for dinner.

I choose to take this moment.   To preserve the Sabbath.

To remember

Because I need it.

I need Him.

This Sabbath, I choose to enjoy my quiet house with Him – the one who died, so I can rest.