I’d be interested to scroll back through the years here and see how often I’ve written about developing and sticking with a sabbath in our home.
Try, try again.
It could be my life’s motto right now.
But this time. It’ll be different (typed while laughing out loud).
Perhaps it will, perhaps it won’t.
We usually start off well. Sunday night meals that are a little more special. Chocolate cake and wine.
Then Monday morning comes. And with it my mental lists.
But yesterday there was a small victory when Omar and I didn’t sneak work into our day. “Oh, you know we really need toilet paper,” I said out loud, rationalizing to myself that if a family so desperately needs toilet paper then I just must go out. And then if I’m out why not just cross a few more things off of the to-do list?
Omar wisely questioned why I needed to do all the errands right then. I didn’t.
So we went to the zoo. We took the kids out for hot chocolate. I took a brief and beautiful nap. We read. I went out for a few hours with a friend.
I asked Omar why resting is so hard. I mean, really, why does one need to be convinced that a 24 hour stretch of time beginning with chocolate cake and ending with wine with a friend is so torturous?
I’m also trying to sneak sabbath rhythms into other aspects of our lives. Schooling the kids without any scheduled breaks is good for no one. But the traditional 9 week cycles don’t work for me. I’m ready for a break by then. So how about 6 weeks on, one week off? We’re trying it. A sabbath week.