I am resting, resting, resting,

As I continue to prepare for Sunday’s service I become more and more aware of the need for real rest. Not just the rest I get from sleep at night but the kind of rest that allows for me to put my feet up, pick up my spinning or knitting, and spend some meditative time in renewing my soul; my spirit.

This old hymn speaks to me more and more:

Blessed Sabbath

Our worship while we shelter in place.

Psalm 133

The Blessedness of Unity

A Song of Ascents.

How very good and pleasant it is
    when kindred live together in unity!
It is like the precious oil on the head,
    running down upon the beard,
on the beard of Aaron,
    running down over the collar of his robes.
It is like the dew of Hermon,
    which falls on the mountains of Zion.
For there the Lord ordained his blessing,
    life forevermore.

Monday as Sabbath

Some Mondays are like that – quiet, soothing, calming. During this time I find it more and more important to look to Sabbath as self-ministry, self-care.

Music plays a big role in how I walk through this time. Music that touches my soul like the Divine and Holy One touches the earth. – gently, lovingly.

Have a listen to a wonderful choir:

Holy, Holy

May your day, whether Sabbath or a day full of chores and to-do lists, be filled with the Holy that surrounds you.

Blessed to be a blessing,

Barbara