“In my exhaustion with this fast~moving world~the one that moves around me and the one that pounds within me~I turn to Jesus. ‘Hustle, produce, and ship’ is not what I see in him.”
Emily P. Freeman~Simply Tuesday
Sunday is the day we rush around. We put on a pretty face, pretty clothes. Pretty up the kids, put in the bows. Fuss, and yell, and humph around.
Grab our Bibles and grump our way out the door.
“Hustle, produce, and ship.” Emily P. Freeman
Sunday, the day of rest…
By the seventh day God had finished his work. On the seventh day he rested from all his work. God blessed the seventh day. He made it a Holy Day. Because on that day he rested from his work, all the creating God had done. Genesis 2:2&3 The Message
Sundays are my favorite day. Corporate worship. Friendly faces. For me, a day out of the house, among my people. A chance to visit, chat a bit.
I love it. It doesn’t love me.
The hurrying, the moving fast. The walking, even from the handicap parking space, hard. The lights, making my head spin around.
I still love it. Will not miss it, unless I must.
The recharging of my soul.
Once we are home, the day of rest. Meals, simple and easy. My man in his chair. Me, the furry friend, we are in mine. Blanket pulled up tight.
The day of rest. Stillness savored.
Recharging the soul. Restoring the body.
Thankful the “hustle, produce, and ship” no longer a way of life for me.
Savoring another slow Sunday.
Gifts of Grace