Sabbath requires surrender . . .
If we refuse rest until we are finished, we will never rest until we die.
Sabbath dissolves the artificial urgency of our days,
because it liberates us
from the need to be finished.
~Wayne Muller in Sabbath: Restoring the Sacred Rhythm of Rest
In the stillness,
Sandy
Welcome to the Still Saturday Community where we pause after a busy week, move in quiet pilgrimage, maybe linger a while in some still place, and soak in the beauty of images and reflect on the depth of sparse words. We’d love for you to join us. Grab the button and link up below. We all love to hear if something especially speaks to your heart, but please don’t feel pressured to comment. Simply take some time to be still together, to gaze long and drink deep.
Thanks for hosting this beautiful link up each week, it is such a blessing to stop by. Have a great weekend. Blessings
Thanks so much, Terri. I’m so glad you’re here.
This quote is so convicting. I am notorious at not resting til I’m finished.
And yet… if we rest, we have more energy to finish what needs to be finished. Yet if we stop to rest, maybe we won’t ever finish. In which case, maybe it never needed to be done to begin with. 😉
Balance. The only thing really worth finishing is the race.
This >>> Sabbath … “liberates us from the need to be finished.” So very convicting. So very needed.
Yes. And can we really grasp that until we finally stop and still? Have a beautiful weekend, Joanne.
Such a wonderful quote – and we don’t have to finish because Jesus did.
Love you my beautiful friend. Have a great weekend. xoxox
Exactly. Tetelestai!
Love you more.
So much truth here, I’m gulping it in.
“Liberates us from the need to be finished”
“artificial urgency”
Thank you for this.
Praying for you and family.
I’m drinking it, too, Michele. And we’re grateful for your prayers.
I am here for the first time; I like this place, these people.
I have a different take on surrender, because I actually AM dying. I rest when I must, but this has become a round-the-click action replay of Isandlwana.
I’ve blown the last daisy-chain of claymores, Charlie’s through the wire, and it’s time to call a fire mission onto my own position.
Maybe, after the dust clears and the screaming stops, there will be peace.
But not today. Today we fight.
Andrew… you have a way with words. I’m reading your comment over and over–and I have no words. I’ve been to your blog and read your words, your story–and I have no words.
I do have tears.
I’m so honored you’ve slipped in here.
Keep fighting the good fight. For yourself. For your wife. For us.
Please don’t die.
May we surrender to His Spirit and rest in His grace! Thanks for the uplifting post and for hosting and God bless!
Yes. Thank you, Laurie.
I so look forward to this offering of stillness you share each week, thank you! Each deposit is a gentle restiring of that saceed rhythm that rest allows us to operate from.
Blessings,
Dawn
Oh my, Dawn. Those are beautiful words. Thank you.