A day of rest - that slow, relaxing, teeshirt, jeans and no socks kind of restful day. There's a reason we need it.
I didn't always treat Sundays as a rest day. I would use it as a catch up day, because as a self-employed musician there is almost always something that's been forgotten that has to be done; and then there's church. For me, church days were almost always the busiest day of the week. For years, I was a guitarist or bassist for whatever church I was attending at the time. I would have to get there way early, and in the bigger churches, sometimes play three services, then go home and plan my following week out. It would be 10 pm before I knew it, and I would be exhausted and beginning to fret about the next weeks activities.
This went on for years. It hurt my marriage, my relationship with my kids - everything. Everybody but my family got pieces of me on every day of the week - even on that sacred "day of rest".
Not any more. Today rest is in order. Here is what it looks like at my house. As I type this, my bride is sleeping upstairs. The house is quiet - no TV, soft music (Carrie Underwood) playing in the background of my man cave. When Glenda wakes up, she is going to discover the dishes are done and the kitchen cleaned. Why? Because she feels restful when she sees a clean kitchen. Ladies that I know say this is a big deal. So I am going to score a few points with the wife and do the dishes. We will watch a movie, eat something easy to fix, get to bed early and wake up tomorrow ready to roar through another week.
Mr G
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