My hand rested on the shelf of books and I looked at the title of the volume under my palm. It was the same book that I'd remembered.
Another time, in the same small library, I'd pulled the book off the shelf and read it straight through in one evening. I'd resolved to live my life differently. To remember Sabbath… rest. Balance, rhythm, and the health and joy of God's gift of the Sabbath.
And I did. Until I didn't. Somehow, through transitions and shifts in obligations, saying "yes" to too much and not enough, I find myself again longing for the same renewal of five years ago. This time I know what to do. I know it's not hard. I know it's simple and joyful. It's God's vision for our lives. I just have to jump in to the circle.
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