Sunday is the first day of the week according to the calendar. But according to the Bible, Sunday is the Sabbath Day, the Seventh day of the Creation, the day that God set aside to rest. And the day that HE gave us to worship him. Rest from OUR labors, honor him through our service to Him.
Today I woke up at 4 am. I've been having strange, flash-back kind of dreams from real events in my life and they leave me awake and disturbed and unable to get back to sleep. It's been happening a lot lately.
For years, while my children were newborns, I would be up in the middle of the night with them, and I loved it. That was the only time of the day that was free from phone calls, other children's demands, work needing to be done and places to go. It was my blessing time. The time that I could hold my sweet baby and just revel in the spirit that little person had brought into our home.
I believe that EVERY child born into this earth is born carrying the kind of love and spirit from our Father in Heaven that each of us longs to feel on a daily basis. The trouble comes when we try to find the kind of quiet that is required to really feel that Heavenly Hug that will carry us a few more step-stones on the pathway of life.
With all of the distractions in the world it is all too easy to allow our lives to become either too complacent, too complicated, or both.
Our Heavenly Father misses us. He is a jealous God, it says so in the Bible. He doesn't like to be left out of our lives and he will send us little reminders to call home - just like, I imagine, I will when my kids head off for college. One of my reminders has come in the form of insomnia, which is fine and all, but seriously.....I miss having one of those new ones to hold. So if any of my friends reading this need a break from their newborn that happens to fall at, say 3am...call me. I'm serious. Dead serious. I'll be right over and happy as a toddler in the cookie jar.
May the Lord's blessings fall upon your house this week, and may you find the time to feel a little homesick. I promise that if you notice that feeling, he'll send you a hug. I promise.
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