Today is a quiet day, in fact the last few have been relatively peaceful.  Aside from fighting a cold virus, I have no new anxieties or panics driving me.  My homework is mostly caught up, the girls went to bed early, and Greg was home for a few days so the house is stocked up on food and mostly organized.

This is a “calm in the storm” day, where even my throbby head seemed to slow me to a rest and calm I don’t ordinarily enjoy.  It’s a day that I really dwelt in Sabbath rest.  I fed the kids when they were hungry, not when the clock demanded.  I let them color and watch a movie twice while I napped and laid around.

This is a day that feels like it should be everyday–peaceful, quiet, no expectations, no rushing, no need to accomplish anything great.  It’s not the story of my life.  It’s just a day of rest–the eye of the storm of responsibility and obligation that I treasure each week.  Today’s “eye” was much more calm.  I know that the battle starts again tomorrow.  But today is . . . rest.

 Isa 14:3 And it shall come to pass in the day that the LORD shall give thee rest from thy sorrow, and from thy fear, and from the hard bondage wherein thou wast made to serve,