Loving the Sabbath

This morning I awake earlier than planned. But I am awake, and I love the feeling of waking up just because you are awake. The house is dark (it's winter) and quiet and warm, and I get the computer and any room I want all to myself.

I find myself thinking about the day ahead. I have no meetings. I have no lessons to teach. I have no choir rehearsals to attend. I consider the meaning of my fast today. I think of ways our family might serve. I ponder the sisters we visit teach.

I think of his hands pierced and bleeding to pay the debt.
Such mercy, such love and devotion can I forget?

I consider what His sacrifice means to me. What it means to our children. What it means for my hopes and dreams for in-law children to love and grandchildren to adore. Forever.

I think of how little He asks of us. I consider that there is so much more I should be doing. I marvel that He can make up my deficits and make me perfect. Someday.

It is a good day.