I’m starting to get used to a day off.  Six days a week I work.  The job description is rather varied, from counseling to meetings to preaching to helping to . . .

So, today I did some banking, renewed a car license, watched TV, cleaned up some computer files, ate a great supper of steak and a lunch of newly made pea soup.  The time flies – quite literally it seems to pass by, even during the afternoon nap time!!

I’m not sure I totally understand the idea of sabbathing.  But I sense that there is a difference in a week when a day is off.