Sunday, August 28, 2011

A Sunday Rest

It's 10:00 in the morning, and I'm still in my pajamas. Heck, I'm still in bed, nestled under my t-shirt sheets as the mid-morning sun pours in over my shoulder. This usually doesn't happen. By this point, I've typically been awake for a couple of hours at least. Several cups of coffee down, I might be on my way to the grocery, to breakfast with friends, to run ragged around this town.

And, today, instead of succumbing to the quiet nagging whisper that prizes productivity over all else, I am here, listening to sweet fall-ish music and poems and basking in the slowness of Sunday mornings I used to know. And, I 'm recognizing that I've somehow forgotten the value of Sabbath.

In The Rest of God, Mark Buchanan suggests that busyness may be the culprit of indifference. If I'm honest, I know that I've been selfish (especially so) lately. I've been too wrapped up in my own schedule, goals, comfort, that I've not bothered to notice anyone else. Perhaps it's true that "busyness makes us stop caring about the thing we care about."

And Sabbath-- the repose that allows puts into perspective who we are in light of who God is--sets that thinking right. My prayers is that I slow long enough to hear a truth that will sustain me through a new week, and open my eyes to the buzzingly busy people with their own lives, hearts and hurts.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Eli came!

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(from left to right: Meet Eli, George and Megan, Nanna Lou, "The Man," Aunt Cory, Eli Davis: 7 lb. 2 oz.)

The song had been on everyone's mind for the last months as my sister and her husband prepared to welcome little Eli Davis into the world. Then, yesterday, around 9:30 p.m., he came! Every baby looks the same until you have family in your arms. I look forward to knowing this little fella.