Good Morning, God
Aaaah, there I was, God, soaking in the tub, when it occurred to me that ONCE AGAIN, I have MISSED the POINT. Sabbath Rest is about letting You pool up inside me FOR YOUR PURPOSES.
I am so habituated to useful that I have been looking at the Sabbath Day as “useful.” And, no doubt it is in a hundred ways — but that is besides the point. It isn’t about my perspective, but Yours. Hmmm. Let me restate that, God. Your Perspective is WAY BEYOND me. My perspective morphs moment by moment.
In the tub, soaking in epsom salts, I felt like the right word wasn’t so much soaking as WALLOWING. (To wallow — to indulge to an immoderate degree, usually with pleasure.) Yes, that IS the right word. I was wallowing in my Day of Rest. And I could see that I was not the “active ingredient.”
Not being the Active Ingredient was a RELIEF. A cup being filled is not active. It is receptive — one of the qualities a good listener “exercises.”
Then, God, I went from wallowing in the water to inviting Your Light to flow through me. Bubbles of LIGHT and LOVE . . . which is what led me to find the photo of the Soap Bubble Nebula. This amazing nebula is the result of a massive release of gas as an old star released its outer layer.
And that brings up the whole question of emptying the cup . . . hmmm. Yesterday, after church, I came home and ran for two miles with a few rest/walks. While I was running on the Sabbath I kept asking IS THIS WORK? What I “heard” was IS DIGESTING WORK? Digesting goes on even during the Sabbath. Maybe SWEATING is some sort of “cleanup/clean out” processing too?
Maybe, like forgiving?