Sabbaths are for making granola.

I really think God was onto something when he created a day for rest. 

Growing up I hated Sundays. After eating lunch I would stir with restless boredom, not knowing what to do, what should be done. A day set aside. And yet, for what? 

I couldn't tell. 

But now I know that rest is more than the physical act of laying in one's bed. It's a quietness that makes the rest of the week's unpleasantries come off you like a mist. Whatever doesn't matter fades away in the presence of the stillness. 

I stood in my kitchen today while making granola and found that quiet. I kept reaching for the electronic device within reach, but when I stopped myself I committed myself to Sabbath. To asking God, maybe, to listening. Even to just stand in my kitchen and acknowledge his Presence. Even to just acknowledge that where I am is a holy place. 

Who knows what the rest of the day will hold. Some FaceTime conversations, maybe I'll paint my fingernails or watch a movie. I might sit in my nook and read and scheme and get caught up in some wonder-lust. 

A Sabbath is about as unique as each individual. Whatever gives your soul rest, whatever makes you alive in the sweetness, catches your breath, stills your anxious heart… Whatever brings you into the Presence of God, do that.