Dear Sabbath Seekers,
Haven’t written much lately because, quite honestly, I was off seeking some Sabbath time whenever I could. As I thought about the drive behind this very intense time of Sabbath moments, I realized that my soul actually craved the time so fiercely that I had no choice but to listen and respond.
I’m not talking about feeling tired so I took a nap, although I did that too. I’m not talking about pausing to read a few good chapters in a book, although I did that too. No, what I am talking about when I say soul cravings is a visceral, almost indescribable, pull toward quiet or gentleness or solitude. The pull, the craving, so large, so powerful that it directed my steps before my conscious mind could respond – (read talk me out of it.)
Have you ever felt those soul cravings? I’m sure I have felt them before and yet this past month they have overruled my task nature so strongly that I have come to see them almost as a supernatural force (read God) compelling me.
The results of those quiet times in the midst of busyness, of soft music as I drifted off to nap time, of the feel of a soft breeze on my face as I sought a sanctuary of solitude outside was serenity. This serenity permeated not only my soul but my mind too. I was so much more patient. I laughed more. My stress level decreased a hundred fold. I found a flow in my day that wasn’t there before these moments.
What made these moments different from other Sabbath moments I have taken over the years? I’m not sure. Perhaps it was the compelling nature of them that went far beyond my usual “I’ll rest on schedule” and caused me to abandon what I was doing to seek the deeper connection with my soul in that moment. Whatever the reason, I felt the difference and I.do.not.want.to.lose.it.
I may have just described a unique experience and yet I think not. We all have soul cravings. The difference for me this time was my soul was hungry for true Sabbath it took over my body and my mind.
As the old story of the African tribesmen goes when they were guiding a group of American businessmen on a safari who refused to slow down except for a few hours of sleep each night. The tribesmen refused to budge one morning stating unequivocally that they were sitting still until their souls caught up to their bodies.
My body and soul have been reunited this past month and I pray that I don’t let them get separated ever again.
“Be still and know that I am God.” Psalm 46.10