Sunday. The Sabbath. The day of rest.
We went for a walk on this fine Spring day. The clear blue sky and brilliant light herald the emergence of new life. Songs of many birds fill the air. New leaves shimmer in a gentle breeze and they make whispering sounds that seem to say, “Listen!”
I am listening.
The merciful love of God fills the earth. (Psalm 33:5) Look…there it is, in the trees gently swaying in the breeze, in the rolling fields of new grass and early flowers, in the sun that warms my face after a hard Winter, and in the love of the people I share this life with. The merciful love of God; here it is.
I hope you find true rest on this day.