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Day 26 Day Off vs. Sabbath

No post yesterday... but you get two today!

You know when you get a day off (I know, what's a "day off?") and all you want to do is flop down on the couch with a blanket, maybe some tea, and just watch Netflix or read a good book? Or just mindlessly scroll through your phone? Basically, just do nothing.  But you know you have a list of things you need to or at least should do.  So you drag yourself through the day and slowly procrastinate until you can't any longer and you do what needs doing.  Tell me it's not just me.

This was my day.

And believe me when I say that there are days when I do nothing all day.  It's rare that I have the chance, but when I do, it's pretty wonderful.  Sometimes our bodies need physical rest. You work hard all week, and caring for your body is a good thing.  But, potato-ing around all day (I'm making that a thing, by the way) is not sabbath.

I've seen so many people post pictures of themselves lounging around saying, "#sabbath." But friends, while sabbath is rest, it is very intentional.  As we take a break from work, we use this time to be in the presence of God and refresh our souls.  The commandment does not say to take the seventh day for yourself to rest.  It says keep the sabbath holy, and keep it as a sabbath to the LORD.

So I don't work on Sundays.  And yes, I do get physical rest on this day, but I also try to be very deliberate about how I spend my time.  I go to church.  I come home.  I rest.  I pay attention to the music I choose to listen to, the shows I watch.  And while this should be an everyday routine, I am hyper-focused about dedicating everything to God on this day as I rest.  I take the time to listen to him closely and thank him for this time he blesses me with.  And of course, I'm not perfect, and this doesn't happen flawlessly every week, but I'm trying. And praying. And being patient as God works in me.

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