Sabbath

This week at church, part of Jennifer's sermon revolved around the idea of keeping a reflective, unburdened Sabbath. She reminded us to "act as if you have no pressing tasks, nothing else to do." We kept this thought as we enjoyed a leisurely coffee hour, spoke with friends and never once looked at the clock. Anything to be done at home, could be done tomorrow.

My favorite part of yesterday was our walk to church. We live in a slightly suburban area, but very close to the city and other urban neighborhoods. The immediate area we live in is full of mature trees and well kept properties. The streets are quiet, we know neighbors by name, and even those we don't know say "hello" when you walk past. That I am walking to church with my husband and children, with the rustle of the wind in the trees, always strikes me as a sacred scene. For generations, women have walked to church on Sunday mornings, many under these same trees. It fills me with peace.