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Sunday, February 13, 2011

The Seventh Day

This afternoon I'm at rest.

So difficult to do. In this season. Laundry, working out, grocery shopping, feeding and cleaning and feeding and cleaning. It's the rhythm of my life right now and it is good. It is purposeful.

But this day was made for rest. And this Sunday afternoon is all glorious. My slippered feet are stretched out in front of me on our red striped hammock and it's quiet. The chickens are scratching down below me, birds are calling out and the sun is slanting in to warm just enough of me.

I need this more often. Don't we all? Our Creator knows that we do.

To swing back and forth, back and forth in the quiet. Adjusting my rhythm until I find the holiness of the seventh day and the simplicity of rest.

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