Grateful for the Sabbath Day of Sabbathness

Yesterday I finished up a ten day straight 150 hour harvest stretch (the math averages out to 15 hours a day) that included two Sundays. Often times when people say they don't even know what day it is, I think they are lying but I had a severe case of that very thing. I attribute it to one thing, the lack of a Sabbath. Now I don't care if you are religious or not. I don't care what church you go to or how often. All I know, is in my life that seventh day works wonders. Maybe not because of what I learn or who I see, but the feeling that there is something different about the day. It helps reset the calendar. Most farmers in the Moses Lake area don't work on Sundays, but I've been a few hours north near the Paloose where Sunday is just another day for farmers to work. I'm not judging them or saying they are bad for wanting to work on Sunday, but it makes life such drudgery to have nothing to look forward to at the end/start of the week. I remember growing up one or maybe two Sundays when the neighborhood had to harvest beets to help a neighbor out before the winter set in but even then, you could feel that Sunday was different. I would imagine after enough Sundays in a row without church be it due to work or play that the feeling would go away, I never thought as a kid I would appreciate Sundays and church as much as I do now. So go out and try church. Rumor has it they keep Nilla Waffers in the nursery closet.


As a side note: Go check out the Bowen Clan's blog. Little Kami G started school and I must say she looks pretty scholarly and stylish.