A Day of Rest

Sunday is one of my favorite days. Today proved that to be true. We got up and read the Sunday paper together, commenting back on forth on the interesting news items, laughing over the comics, sifting through the myriad of ads and enjoying how much money we were saving by NOT buying the latest and newest of whatever was being pitched to us. All these years married...it will be 41 years on August 24th...and I still enjoy the company of my husband. He makes coffee and brings it to me. That is, of course, after Sweetie has been fed. The sun filters through the living room window and dapples us in gold. Birds can be heard outside greeting a new day. Generally the neighborhood is quiet except for the occasional passing of a car.

There can be so much going on around us and in our lives but our Sundays are our own. That is what makes them so luscious. My husband always manages to make me laugh in the morning. His quick wit is a delight. I never know what he may say or do which immediately sends me into childlike giggles. Isn't it oddly wonderful that after all these years, my life with him is still filled with surprises and unexpected twists? I must be the most fortunate of humans to have him in my life.

It really does not seem like we have been together this long and yet it seems as if we have always been together. Oh, he can be cranky at times and even momentarily exasperating. We are such opposites. I am the calm one always thinking the best of things whether it be about people or how the events of the day will eventually resolve. He can be easily excited and often expects the worst case scenario even before anything has gone wrong. But somehow we end up in the middle and all comes out as it was meant to.

But through it all, there is always Sunday. A day of ease and total lack of planning. The day is what the day is without any manipulation on our part. And so my Sunday wends its way to its end without struggle or an attempt to mold it to my wishes. Perhaps that is why the Creator declared there should be a day of rest. After all, who better would know that humans need a day that is not muddled by life and the inevitability that humans will find a way to mess that day up as they do all days they deign to force into their particular pattern. So,if you haven't done so already, give yourself Sunday as a Day of Rest. Go to God's house or play in the world He has given to us to enjoy. Just let go and give it a rest.