Everyday Story, Ben Sanders

Sabbath is hard.

We generally really enjoy family adventures on the weekends, but if you've ever been in a family, then you might know that adventures aren't always restful. They're usually filling in some way, but often times we adventure and move around so much that it leaves us exhausted rather than rested. By Sunday evening we're depleted and I find myself looking forward to diving back into my normal rhythm of work to get my energy back.

No joke: I look forward to work to get my rest.

I don't think that's how it was supposed to be. So we filled out our Sabbath sheet and....!

Failed miserably.

Sabbath is hard.
Intentional rest is hard with kids.

So this past weekend when Vanessa asked me where I wanted to go, I said "here." The kids were in the backyard playing together in the sunlight and the house was calm; it seemed like a bit of shalom had broken through at the Sanders home and I didn't want to break it.

We did a few things that might not fully qualify as Sabbath in some books, like when I mowed the lawn, but for me, it was rejuvenating to "tend the earth" if you will. It's not something I ever do at "work" and it was life-giving. So I did it.

We're still figuring out how to Sabbath. It's not our natural rhythm, but I'm hopeful that we'll continue finding a rhythm that restores us.