I told myself "You're not actually working. Think of it as maintenance." The words of childhood came back "Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy. Six days shalt thou labor and do all thy work."
"But!" I contended, "I'm not making any money off it so technically, it isn't labor."
The time schedule is tight this week; the game plan needed expediting. A mindful decision to weed eat on the Sabbath was made, despite a soulful argument not to.
I knew better... Yes, Sir, Lord.
I get the message. Thank You
for the rock and the day of rest.
