The day started with a jolt when the clock radio started playing music. It was a pleasant performance of a previously unheard of folk artist. It was still a jolt because it was way too early to be waking up on a Sunday. Oh, that’s right. The Husband must report to work this day. Difficulties require his expertise and assistance and he must do his duty. I roll over and hope to return to sleep but that was not to happen either. The son and the dog come bounding into the room after being awakened by the early morning movements. Oh well. There is no hope in returning to sleep at this point and I sleepily feel my way to the kitchen to pour my first cup of coffee. I get ready for the day and still nothing feels right. I have a headache and I feel overly tired. What is wrong with me? This is not how to start a Sunday or any day for that matter.
Sigh. Moving on.
The son and I go to visit the In-Laws for breakfast. It is delicious as always and the company is good. But, not having the Husband right there with me makes it hard to enjoy. Our Sunday morning family rituals are not being fulfilled and that leaves me out of sorts. The headache continues to burn in my head and my eyes grow heavy by the hour. I enjoy our family visit the best I can but I long to go home and enjoy a restful Sunday.
We come home and my out of sorts mood comes to a head when I lose my patience with the Son. He was just trying to play but I didn’t want to be touched. I prayed for patience and an open heart. Soon after Husband calls to say that he is coming home. Thank you Lord for it was only a half day.
The Husband cane home and made himself a simple lunch. My homemaking fell by the wayside and I didn’t even try to have a lunch ready for my hardworking man. Could this day even be redeemed? Husband knew I don’t feel well in body and spirit and he offered to watch our Son while I go outside and enjoy our hammock.
The hammock is merely a camping hammock that was given to us years ago. We’ve haven’t used it much until now because we couldn’t figure out a way to rig it to two trees without it falling. Husband fixed that with a steel cable. It won’t fall for anything now. It is easily put up and just as easily taken down. The hammock has become my haven and my safe place. It’s made with a parachute type material that can come completely around you and form a cocoon of sorts. It is comfortable for swinging and sleeping, on your side or your back (I have yet to try the stomach).
I grabbed my blanket, used as a pillow, and I proceeded outside knowing the Husband is in charge now. I climbed into the hammock and I sighed. I prayed for comfort and calm. I wrapped the hammock around me and I could feel the Lord’s arms around me. I gave a sigh of relief and I fell asleep. I don’t know how long I slept but I do know it was beautiful, restorative sleep. It was the sleep that only the Lord could give to a weary soul. I truly felt like I was sleeping in His arms. There was no sickness, no frustration, no weariness. Just a simple girl and her God. As I awoke I could feel the sun coming the confines of the hammock and I could hear the birds chirping. I even heard an unnamed creature scamper underneath me.
Oh yes. It is time now to return to my wonderful life. I was restored and rejuvenated. There was true Sabbath rest this day.
