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.
