Sunday, July 27, 2008

Sunday - day of rest.

I grew up in a time and place where Sunday was called, the Lord's Day. It was a holy day of rest. We were up an at em bright and early. It was a whole lot of frenzy which included baths, hair dryers, white shirts and ties, dresses and hats and of course our bibles. Then there was always the last minute snag when my sister would decide to change dresses. "Hurry up we're leaving in five minutes", Mom would say. Then it was off to the first of three services that day. Each one was separated by the drive back and forth. This was, The Lord's Day of Rest. It was a time of fasting, a time of focusing on the things of the Lord. Above all it was a time of toy abstinence. On Sunday, one did not play with toys that brought pleasure for a season.

Today we live in a different time and place. This morning, on this Day-of-Rest, we slept in. I got up to do a pit stop with Mark, diaper and a splash of fuel. Then it was back to sleep. When I got up at noon, I stumbled down stairs to find Mark being cared for by Helen (a respite worker) and Linda on a lawn chair out back. With a few hours of respite remaining we decided to go for a motorcycle ride in the country. We headed NE and ended up at Whitamores Berry Farm. We bought some fresh raspberries and a blueberry pie and turned our motor toy towards home. That was a day of rest.

By four thirty Linda was leaving to go to Sanctuary and I was sitting down to write this. Sanctuary's service starts at five and runs through to about seven thirty. Lately we've been taking turns going. Big sister Lynn offered to take care of Mark so I could go too. I decided to stay home and rest.

As I finish my writing I look over my shoulder at Mark, he's resting. Mark has been resting all day. These days Mark lives in a state of sabbath. This is one of the reasons that I love being in Marky's room.

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