Sabbath Rest

The Sabbath has always been difficult for me. Not because I don’t love it, I truly do. But because I often feel like I don’t honor it the way I should.

It is the day the Lord made for us to rest in Him and yet, I find myself missing the mark more often than I’d like. Still, I know this…His grace meets me there, again and again.

God never asked this (or any) human to be perfect. Sometimes the pressure I feel isn’t even from Him, it’s the quiet sense that others may judge how well I follow the “rules” of Sabbath rest. But the truth is, He sees me. He knows my heart. He knows I need to do better, and He loves me anyway.

Sometimes rest for one person looks like work to another. Today my Sabbath rest looks like prepping meals for the coming work week for my health, decompressing from the madness of last week, while listening to Genesis…where God creates and rests, humans fall and fail, the world is washed clean, and life begins again.

In many ways, that feels like the story of my days too. And maybe Sabbath isn’t about perfect stillness. Maybe it’s about returning our hearts to Him, again and again.

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”

Matthew 11:28