I can't help but wonder if God is grieved when (we) try to pack so many to-do's in on Sundays that we miss out on the beauty of sabbath?
My heart grows weary when I'm so exhausted on Sundays and I can't think about any part of my day that I geniunely enjoyed. That we are so desperate to pack in activities that have no value? It's heart breaking.
I am growing weary of the routine. I'm going to sound hypocritical because I love routine. I have a morning routine and a work routine. I have routine. But on Saturdays and Sundays, routine drives me crazy if its wasteful. I don't want to be a people babysitter. (Nor do I want anyone to babysit me.) I want to do things that are meaningful and intentional. That doesn't necessarily translate to complicated. I don't need some big splash, some unnecessary hooplah that is just a show. But I do need things that are intentional.
I'm struggling to find that. I still wrestle with putting expectations on people. But I don't want to look back at 2013 and see the frustration that I've seen the last thee months.
Plainly put, I'm craving a change in my routine.
Help me Jesus.