A big yawn.
Another full day has come to a close. Yet another work week has concluded.
As I continue to yawn, I remain grateful for the gift of the Lord’s Day. I am hours away from a day in which I willingly choose to be unproductive–something very contrary to my nature. I am a “worker bee.” Over the past six days, I worked each day at my full-time job as well as a couple hours each night on my second job.
Writer John Mason penned the following:
Blessed day of God, most calm, most bright,
The first and best of days;
The laborer’s rest, the saint’s delight,
A day of mirth and praise.
Without a doubt, I am delighting in the coming rest. In the morning, I will gather with God’s people to meditate upon the Scriptures and encourage my friends to love God more and love sin less. I trust that they will do the same for me. In the afternoon, I will watch football and drift in-and-out of consciousness. My hope is that my physical and spiritual tanks will fill with the refreshment and rest slated on the “blessed day of God.”
The older I get the more I feel six days of tired. The older I get the more I appreciate times of rest.
I hope you can rest as well.
One final yawn.
As you can see…I am headed to bed!