I have been fighting for our weekends. My South Korean adventure two years back taught me Sabbath rest at my friend’s apartment. She showed me how to slow down, savor, enjoy, and celebrate with food, naps, and worship.
It was jostling to my always striving self, but it changed me. I went home and started to anticipate the weekends.
However, my regular weekend was prohibitive with slammed doors, constant stomping, and neighbor kids asking me what snacks were in the pantry. No one else was bothered by this but me, because this is how it has always been for us.
Something started to break in me, a desire cracking open like an egg. My yolk and frustration spilled all over the pan.
I finally spoke up and my husband and I agreed: we would fight for bits of weekend to rest, restore, and find love in the cracks.
Our Saturday scrambles are tasting better and better.
This post is Day 19 of 31 Days of Five Minute Free Writes 2016.