When we were growing up we couldn't play secular music, card games, watch TV or do much of anything on Sundays. Sundays were sacred and my grandmother wouldn't allow such activities. We'd all go to church together, come home, have an elaborate meal and dessert then, like clockwork, take a nap. Seemed as if everyone in the house would pass out simultaneously. It was the most wonderful peace and quiet I've ever know. We'd wake up an hour or two later and read the newspaper or do something quietly before having dinner. It was a blissful time that served my mind and body with some much needed rest. We kept that tradition until I left for college.Now with a family of my own, Sundays are different. We still go to church, but there's no break from work and definitely no quiet time. So yesterday I announced to my household that I am hereby reinstating the Sunday afternoon nap. It is after all, one of the very reasons why Sunday is my favorite day of the week. That and the, no work shall ye do, command written in the bible. Love that. So next week instead of starting a load of laundry, vacuuming, organizing or doing anything I'm going to curl up on my bed with the softest of blankets and take a nap. Whenever, I wake up the world will still be waiting and I will feel a little more prepared.
Blessings,
Polly
2 comments:
Polly,
You have been reading my mind. I have been looking for a way to calm things down at the house on Sunday afternoons since it is the only day that we tend to stay around the house for any amount of time. Cleaning, organizing and "catching up" has taken over. I think I will borrow this for my family as we need to slow things down and honor the Sabbath a bit more. Thank you!
You're welcome, Gena. The need for quiet Sundays makes me push Saturday work a bit harder now. I want most tasks complete so I can rest on Sunday. I'm even thinking of cooking on Saturday night for our Sunday meal, like our folks used to do when we were small.
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