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2020 VISION: Weekend Streams.

Tonight is the perfect summer night. Been awhile since I’ve been able to sit outside and just listen to the night, feel the breeze and see the stars shining as brightly as they are right now. Hear the trickle of water as it continues to drain through our usually dry stream bed.

A deep breath of night air is a good way to end the Sabbath.

“The Lord has done great miracles for them!”
Yes, he did mighty miracles and we are overjoyed!
Now, Lord, do it again! Restore us to our former glory!
May streams of your refreshing flow over us
until our dry hearts are drenched again.” Ps 126:3-4

Weekends have always been a time to regenerate the energy level – especially when I was teaching, raising kids, and tending various species of critters that had entered my sphere of influence. I liked walking the land given to me for a space of time. I liked tending gardens. I liked mowing grass. I liked finding time to play the piano, read a few chapters of a book, watch a few special movies. It was a time to re-connect with the basics that have always been a part of my life.

When I was little, we lived in town, but the parents owned three acres “in the country”. It was actually just outside of town. I could have ridden my bike there, but for some reason, I don’t think I ever did. I certainly rode outside of town in all other directions. As I look back, I laugh a little because it was back a small 2-track dirt road that we shared with neighbors who owned the house in front of our land. We went there often but especially on the weekends.

In the winter, there were Christmas trees to help my dad cut down (I really just ran around with whatever kids came to “help cut down a tree” and let the grown-ups do all the work). In the spring, family and friends would gather there as we planted new pine trees and seeds in a big garden. Sometimes we would have a bonfire. Most times, we ended up at our house or someone else’s where the instruments would come out and the party would commence.

Refreshing weekends were something my parents loved as well.

In the summer, I learned to weed with my toes. My dad was the real expert. I didn’t ever manage to measure up to his standard, but I did love digging my toes in the dirt and trying. By late summer, feast time was beyond compare. Corn, tomatoes, beans, peas. Fresh out of the garden as we picked or as a dinner party at our house – where the ice cream maker would magically appear, and we all took turns cranking it.

Weekends are special time of renewal.

Tonight was one of those nights when I could almost see it all again as I sat on my small porch and watched the dogs snap at insects or answer a barking dog that they heard down the street. We had a screened-in porch at both of my childhood homes. They were the perfect places to make music and not have to deal with biting insects (like I had to do tonight). Eventually, I would fall asleep to the music of guitars, banjos and lyrics being sung all around me and wake up the next morning in my bed.

Sunday mornings would swirl all the days into His days.

The walk to church. Sunday school teachers who were often friends of the family or my school teacher. Sitting in a pew with Grandma Mac as she handed me her hankie with a piece of gum tucked inside. Mom singing a solo with the choir. My Godmother playing the organ. My dad sometimes with us, but mostly – goin’ fishin’. Family get-togethers where I got real food instead of boxed or burnt food. Sunday night youth groups.

Streams of living water to carry us into the new week ahead.

“Those who sow their tears as seeds
will reap a harvest with joyful shouts of glee.
They may weep as they go out carrying their seed to sow,
but they will return with joyful laughter and shouting with gladness as they bring back armloads of blessing and a harvest overflowing!” Ps 126:5-6

My Father continues to send streams of living water every weekend as I relax and breathe in deeply. Those rolling waters are a little different in form these days. Tears are often mixed in, but the shouts of glee are there as well when His presence overwhelms me. As always, the Sabbath wraps the renewal all together. A deep breath of fresh night air clears out the foggy vision that built up during the previous week, and I can see more clearly.

Weekend Streams of living water – refreshing water.

If I have to wait for Him to move His cloud pillar so I can walk forward, I might as well be about His business while I wait. Back to school (with Grands, new students, those in my sphere of influence), and time to walk into the new week with joyful laughter and shouting with gladness. Time to harvest the overflowing armload of blessings that He has already placed on my path.

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HOLY WEEKENDS

Calvin-and-Hobbes-happy-mondayAs I was reading some of my friends post today, some had silly pictures about Monday coming too soon. Some were celebrating sleeping in and not having to get up at 5 or 6. Others were relating the peace that they found in church as we draw closer to Easter.While those with young children posted lots of fun pictures of time spent with family. All of them make make me smile…even those that are asking for prayer because I know He will wipe their tears.

It is what I love the weekends. Before I retired, I always tried to keep Saturday low key, Course – as all of you parents out there know – that didn’t always work out as planned, especially as the kids got older. Sunday was more scheduled – get family to church, cook “Sunday” meal, watch hubby dash out the door for a Sunday basketball game, visit elders, often back to church, work on organizing everything for the next week in job and family activities. Weekends gave me a time to rest and claim those few, precious, fleeting minutes for myself before the next week began.

Retirement has given me a new perspective. I don’t have to get up at any set time (although – I still tend to wake up at 5:30 almost every morning – look at the clock and smile as I go back to sleep). Except for picking up the Grands a couple times a week and going to work for a couple hours in the afternoon, time is pretty much mine to enjoy I certainly love all my reading time. But my weekends have changed. They have become more………….

HOLY.

As I have delved into reading more and more about Jewish traditions and wisdom, I have felt the pull of recoginizing in my heart Shabbat at sundown on Friday night. For the Jews it is a time to remember the gift of creation and freedom from slavery in Egypt. A time of prayer and rest from creative work. It is celebrated from sundown to sundown as a special gift from G-d. Saturday is a day of prayer and rest. I love thinking how Rabbi Yeshua must have observed Shabbat with first his family and later with his disciples. Saturday has taken on a whole new dimension.

Of course, Sunday remains the holiest day of the weekend for me. A time to remember Christ’s resurrection from the dead, the gift of creation and a time to rest from the idols that steal most of my time during the week. I find it amazing how much time I manage to waste during the week. I can make excuses, but in reality, I don’t ever give God as much time as I want or should. I try to spend more time in prayer on Sunday…more time in the WORD…more time reading inspirational works that center on Christ or on Jewish wisdom. More time watching sermons and soaking in the wisdom of those who have come before me as teachers. Listening for the Holy Spirit’s wind to blow in my ear.

“The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.” Jn 3:8

While March Madness definitely ruled our home’s T.V. this weekend and I didn’t completely refrain from any creative work (I did some painting in my bedroom), it was a wonderful holy weekend. A time to praise my Father and His Son…a time to remember that on the 7th day He rested from His creative work…a time to pray, a time to watch the cardinals He created as they flit across the yard…time to listen to the sea gulls call their own praises from the river… time to play with the puppies as they joyously chase a little ball and smile at me…a time to read a friends’s FB post. When all is said and down, I love holy weekends and am thankful for them.

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