This morning each tree and bush drips with liquid light. The earth is being baptized, washed clean for our Advent Sabbath. Last night I fell asleep to the gentle thrum of her scrubbing and this morning when I took Bonnie out, the air was all scent of earthworms.
Oh, how I love this beautiful earth.
This morning, I read this from Wayne Muller, “ … in the book of Exodus we read, ‘In six days God made heaven and earth, and on the seventh day God rested and was refreshed.’ Here the word ‘refreshed,’ vaiynafesh, literally means, and God exhaled. The creation of the world was like the life-quickening inhale, the Sabbath is the exhale. Thus, in a beginning, all creation moves with the rhythm of the inhale and the exhale. Without the Sabbath exhale, the life-giving inhale is impossible.”
I was up early, making a simple bread dough; left to raise now, waiting for me to tuck treasure inside and bake into goodness. While my family still sleeps, in a little bit, I will drive a soggy drive up to Charleston, back to the hospital where I work. It’s our annual Christmas party for some of our patients and former patients. Later, our Jeffrey is supposed to march in our little town’s Christmas parade with the high school band.
It is a busy, beautiful time. It would be easy to get caught in the inhale, to keep going and going and going. But today? I am remembering Mark Buchanan’s words about Sabbath being a heart attitude. Today, I embrace these responsibilities filling up the day with love. I ask God what he would have me learn from each encounter. I give out of the generous gifts that have been given to me.
Today? I exhale.
How about you?