Tuesday, January 28, 2014

On the Seventh Day, He Rested.

As much as this weather makes me want to curl up and hibernate under my covers, there's too much going on for rest. Paul's real estate practice is hopping, and I have been working on Saturdays - in addition to the rest of the week - to get ready for an important event coming up at school. Once the baby is down for the night, we pick right back up where we left off. More work. Then we're up the next morning and at it again.

Except for Sundays. 

Paul and I have long discussed our mutual desire to observe the Sabbath, to be intentional about protecting time for reflection and rest. If there has ever been a season where we might have excused this practice, this is it. It's also the time we most need it.

Here we are, alive and sane in the midst of a busy season. "Then he said to them, 'The Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath.'" Mark 2:27.

Working by the fireplace.

Caleb is studying penguins with Ms. Tomi.

Daddy's fellow cold-weather adventurer.
"Are you cold, Caleb?"
"No. I'm a Haske."

Adorable and color-coordinated.


Train day with friend Anthony.

Kids, cool dads, and a nice train conductor.

Adding a new element to our nightly Bible reading - the head lamp.

Playing inside because it is -10 degrees outside.


Friends from supper club. I look forward to watching these kids grow up together. 
That's all for now folks. If you're feeling worn out, take a Sabbath. 

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