In my family, Sundays were truly reserved as Sabbath. We went to church, met friends for lunch at a local restaurant or enjoyed a large meal at home. Then it was nap time. This was the only occasion for golf on our television, as the hushed clapping and announcer’s whispers lulled us to sleep on the couch. Sunday was a day for family and for rest.
Since marrying a minister, it’s been an adjustment for Sundays to become a day of work. I’m learning that Sabbath may be more a state of mind than a lack of duty and meetings. Rest is extremely important to Joey and I. We feel we are our best selves when we’ve taken time to rest, either together or independently. We feel no guilt for taking a vacation. Even Jesus took time away from the crowds to “go up on the mountainside to pray.”
I’m realizing with each missed hour of sleep that true rest may not come in the form of REM cycles for a while. Rest must begin in my heart and mind. I think the more I trust God and what He’s doing with our lives–no matter how much I resist, the more I can rest in His presence. Tomorrow has enough worries of its own.
- Head circumference continues to decrease. Yay! We’re now “on the curve” and in the 98th percentile. Funny how your child is compared to “the norm” beginning at birth. This bothers me.
- Legs are moving! Still have lots of work to do for PT.
- He needs to gain a little more weight to appease the pediatrician.
- He’s tracking our fingers and making eye contact…good developmental signs.
- He’s able to lie on his back, as his incision is healing well.
- We think he’s really cute.