Tasks constantly weigh on my mind, urging immediate attention. However, I’m realizing that my often-neglected lists shouldn’t consume my thoughts on the Sabbath. Yet, their persistent calls beckon even as I pen this blog post. “Attend to me! Attend to me…” they seem to chant, even as I find solace in my chair.
I take a moment to breathe, my gaze softening as I look out the window. The autumnal yellows and the sun, now at a lower angle than the previous week, capture my attention. Leaves move gracefully in the breeze, their hues shifting with the season. I wonder: is this the final gust before they detach and descend silently to the earth below? Such thoughts occupy my mind until an inner stillness takes over. No more questions, no answers sought — just tranquility.
On this quiet Friday, my chosen Sabbath, I find peace. Having completed all essential tasks yesterday, I’ve ensured that work doesn’t encroach upon today, a mistake I’ve made in the past. Gratitude fills me. In these reflective pauses, the Sabbath embraces me, filling me with rest.
What a serene way to begin a Friday.
Infinitely Precious 