It’s been a busy season, although the introvert in me reminds that this is often the case, with not quite enough down time for pausing and reflection. I suspect that this is a frequent occurance with mothers of small children. My husband has been researching the idea of the sabbath, and I have to say that I really like the concept, but am still struggling with how to apply it.
The Bible speaks of not doing work on the sabbath, but what about changing dirty diapers? That most certainly qualifies as work in my book, but there is no way I am going to leave my precious baby’s bum in a dirty diaper. The New Testament seems less rigid in it’s outline of how to observe the sabbath, but I have to admit that this almost makes it more difficult, because the lines become even more blurred. A documentary we watched mentioned avoiding selfish work, but as a mother, in all honesty, I don’t feel like much of my work is selfish. Making family meals, washing dishes so we have a way to eat said meals, picking up the house so my husband doesn’t come home to a wreck…it’s not exactly like I’m working so I can buy myself a new car.
That said, I also have been convicted regarding what value God puts on observing the sabbath…by the punishments required for breaking it, it seems that it’s very important to Him. I heard a sermon once that talked about what message breaking the sabbath sends, the pastor said that we are declaring God’s work not enough, but deciding that we must add to it. His grace and forgiveness have finished the job, but then we come along and try to add our part – it’s dishonoring to His sacrifice and the completeness thereof.
Yesterday we packed up and headed to my in-laws, and for my part, I have been doing very little. This morning I laid beside my baby girl while she slept, unable to leave the room for fear she would roll off the bed, and so I just rested. There is a different type of rest that comes when you actually can’t do anything else. Afterwards we played on the floor and again, I rested. I didn’t fold laundry, or clean the kitchen table, I just sat there and enjoyed her. Still not sure what a weekly sabbath looks like for me, but I’m grateful for a glimpse of rest.