The Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath. (Mark 2:27) Sundays are normally fairly exhausting, so Saturday is Sabbath Day. Today has been a day of lie ins, of spring sunshine shining through spring-cleaned windows, of sitting on the bench outside our house, of working together, of laughter and silliness, of stopping and sleeping and forgetting what the time is - and then realising that it doesn't matter anyway. Oh for more days like these. And to think that our Father planned it thus, commanded it thus, pre-programmed us with a need for rest and told us that we should do it. And so, whatever day your sabbath is, whatever nook, cranny, minute, second of breathing space you remember that you have be still and know that He is God. He loves us when we're not doing anything. Hallelujah.