I am so happy that God rested on the seventh day, aren’t you?
I went to church this morning, then ate a delicious lunch, and then slipped into a post-church-and-lunch nap with Ezra by my side. Most days, I would like a nap, but there is so much to do.
On Sundays, I feel no guilt in resting.
And it’s glorious.
This post is a part of a 31 day series in which I write about the extraordinary in my ordinary moments. To see a list of all the other posts, click here.