the kitchen is bright with hushed morning light diffused through an overcast sky. i slide the coffee pot towards me as Juliet observes from her seat atop counter. we smell the aroma from the bag – her sniff is adorable. as i go to rinse the pot, i gaze out the window and discover snow falling quiet on the stark cold earth. what a beautiful way to begin this day; with a blanket of white we burrow into a day of rest . . .
the soft white flurry pairs well with my heart today. all is calm now that the holidays have passed. we enjoyed this short season reconnecting as a family after our first deployment. now we resume our usual rhythm. i am ready for the weekdays to mean something again. i function best on routine. why? because predictability is kind and control is my vice.
we’ve decided, as a family, to begin practicing the Sabbath every week. each Saturday night through Sunday we will say no to errands, tv, Instagram, Facebook and all other activities that are not nourishing to the soul. we mean to let go of the new American addiction of constant distraction. how did that happen? instead, we will partake in all things life-giving – reading, writing, spending time with family, sharing meals, playing games together. the intent is rest. through this new habit we hope to discover spiritual growth and peace; this isn’t religious for us, it is essential. we are designed for this . . .
the house breathes deep. the babies are sleeping, the husband reads and i pour out my mind onto the keyboard. the click, click, clicking gathers my thoughts and shines clarity onto the stirrings of my heart.
rest. rest. r e s t .