‘It is our best work that he wants, not the dregs of our exhaustion. So many seem ambitious to kill themselves in the service of the Master–and as quickly as possible. Come with us to God’s infirmary in the country and rest for a while.”  George MacDonald

“Sabbath honors the necessary wisdom of dormancy. If certain plant species, for example, do not lie dormant for winter, they will not bear fruit in the spring. If this continues for more than a season, the plant begins to die. If dormancy continues to be prevented, the entire species will die. A period of rest . . . is a spiritual and biological necessity.” Wayne Muller

“Sabbath is  . . .
. . . taking a day a week to remind myself that I did not make the world and that it will continue to exist without my efforts.
. . . a day when my work is done, even if it isn’t.
. . . a day when my job is to enjoy. Period.
. . . a day when I am fully available to myself and those I love most.
. . . a day when I remember that when God made the world, he saw that it was good.
. . . a day when I produce nothing.
. . . a day when at the end I say, ‘I didn’t do anything today,’ and I don’t add, ‘And I feel so guilty.’
. . . a day when my phone is turned off, I don’t check my email, and you can’t get a hold of me.”
Rob Bell

“’Six days you are to gather it, but on the seventh day, the Sabbath, there will not be any [manna].’
Nevertheless, some of the people went out on the seventh day to gather it, but they found none.
Then the Lord said to Moses, ‘How long will you refuse to keep my commands and my instructions?
Bear in mind that the Lord has given you the Sabbath;
that is why on the sixth day he gives you bread for two days.
Everyone is to stay where they are on the seventh day; no one is to go out.'”
Exodus 16:25-30

Moving From Head to Heart

• Is everyday the same to you?
• Are you out “looking for manna” on the seventh day?
• Does your life reflect the biological necessity of dormancy?
• Are you rested enough to give God and others your best?

Abba, help me honor your ordained rhythms.

For More: Notes From an Unhurried Life by Alan Fadling