Sunday 15^th January: Day 8

Phew!

A whole week!

The danger now is growing complacent

And rushing through this moment with you.

This is your day.

The Lord’s day.

Day – not minute.

Help me not to scrimp on time spent with you.

Instead may I be generous

And rest in your presence

and not be in any hurry to turn from you...

This is your day

Help me to rejoice and be glad in it.

My Granny didn’t have a washing machine or a tumble drier – or even a microwave.  She didn’t have the kitchen equipment I have and all the labour saving devices I can plug in.  Bedding was washed in the bath then hung out to dry in the back garden.  Vegetables were chopped by hand and every meal was homemade.  I can’t imagine how with 6 of a family she managed to get through everything she had to do, but she did.

And she didn’t do anything at all on a Sunday.

With all our modern appliances that take less than a quarter of the time to do all that my Granny did, we seem, these days, somehow to end up with less rather than more time to play with.

There is no day of rest in our modern world.

I have to admit it’s good to be able to nip down to the shops when I’ve forgotten to buy the youth group’s supply of jaffa cakes, but I wonder if we’re not perhaps missing out on something by being constantly on the go?

What do you think?

How about you take just one hour today when you do nothing?  Yes, a whole hour.  No TV.  No radio. No computer (finish reading this first though!). 

Instead, wrap up warmly and go for a walk and see what you can see – and hear.  Walk alone or enjoy the company of another.  Don’t think of tomorrow or of what’s for tea... don’t think of any of your yesterdays, instead simply enjoy the moment for what it is.

Time is precious.

Too precious to hurry.

Time with God is even more precious still