Happy Sabbath...

Sabbath for me has been taking on a new meaning. I've been caught up in the mindset of ministry, ministry, ministry for the past twelve or thirteen years of my life. Sunday hasn't been a day off, a true Sabbath rest for as long as I can remember. I love being married to a youth pastor and have loved serving with my husband for the past several years. Post baby, my life is looking different and not in a bad way...just a different way. I'm learning some limitations and how to set boundaries. After all, my life has been ministry and ministry is where I find the most joy.

But sometimes ministry can be exhausting. Sometimes ministry can be frustrating. Even Jesus knew and modeled taking a Sabbath day of rest. Why don't we?

Today I found myself at home with my baby girl and my beagle. I got up, showered, got dressed and then got baby up, dressed and fed. And then she needed her nap. Again I did battle: do I put her down and wake her up in a few minutes to head out the door for church? I decided that what my soul needed today was rest. I honestly have been craving special time in Scripture and decided to put my little one down this morning and found a Sabbath day's rest with my God.

It was rich and honestly fulfilling. I have a yummy soup in the crockpot and rolls rising on the stove. My fellowship is the fragrant aroma's filling our home this morning and my baby upstairs sleeping.

Happy Sabbath...