Good Day, God!
This rose was grown in a pot in my car port. But that sure didn’t keep it from doing its best. Of course, God, it gets real food — dehydrated chicken manure. I don’t think it’s organic, though.
I’m laughing at myself, God. Still, I did make sure my stew meat for tonight’s dinner was grass-fed beef from the Big Island. What we eat, matters. The atmosphere in which we eat, matters too. Tonight I ate slowly — putting down my fork — pausing — and taking over 20 minutes. Drum roll, please!
My husband Kit is still in LA visiting our daughter Suzanne. So while I ate I began reading The Gift of Rest: Rediscovering the Beauty of the Sabbath, by Senator Joe Lieberman.
He begins by telling about walking home (4.5 miles) from the Capitol building in the rain — walking because it was the Sabbath. Then he explains that the joy of the Sabbath makes an occasional walk in the rain a small price to pay.
Sigh, how wonderful it must be to have both your family and your culture supporting you in observing the Sabbath. How sad that our culture made the Sabbath into a joyless desert and now works (with pride, yet!) 24/7. No, God, not sad, PITIFUL!
What I am slowly learning, God, is that in order to obverse the Sabbath one has to do less the rest of the week. Duh! Honestly, God, sometimes I wonder about my “everyday smarts!”
Having retired, I find that I am dropping other activities too. Tomorrow, because I am taking my mom to the ear doctor in the afternoon, I am skipping my noon Rotary meeting. I enjoy that meeting. But, I don’t enjoy rushing — not anymore. Hmm. It sounds as if I am finally kicking the adrenaline addiction. Thank You, God! Thank You!