We confess that sometimes we aren’t sure how to relax, that sometimes it feels like a burden, or this thing we have to figure out.
Or a reward that I can only receive after we have completed after we have done every single thing on the list.
I also confess that when we feel crummy, and are given crumbs of Sabbath—that doesn’t help.
That too often Sabbath looks like this piecemeal, cobbled together, misshapenned monstrosity that happened throughout the day, or week, and so we aren’t sure if its good enough or counts, as if someone is grading the Sabbath—
when I know, deep, in my bones,
that the abundance of Sabbath your promise is supposed to be a promise, not threat
and that you would never grade my rest-keeping
and that the point is to know my belovedness, and to relish myself, not to take a million bubble-baths or try to fix myself
You know, God, how I don’t give space for others to be free either–because I have all of this baggage, and its just, not good!
I confess I need all the help this Sabbath thing!
Forgive me God, For thinking that this Sabbath thing is all up to me.
Help us to find Sabbath
in better systems
in safer communities
and in ourselves we pray.
Feel Free to Use/Adapt/Share with Credit to Pastor Katy Stenta