I could say it was intentional missing last Saturday's post, some sort of Sabbath rest, but what really happened is that we had spent a lovely overnight at the Hutcherson farm in Marshall, Missouri, on a mini-retreat with some of our church friends. The plan was to head home in the early afternoon and stop at several orchards on the way back in to pick up apples and other fall goodies, including my favorite, local honeycomb in a jar of honey. Once we got home I was beat and just sort of frittered and relaxed the evening away.
But speaking of Sabbath rest I am reminded of some words from Charles Wesley:
Lord, I believe a rest remains,
To all Thy people known,
A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,
and Thou art loved alone.
A rest where all our soul's desire
Is fixed on things above;
Where doubt, and pain, and fear expire;
Cast out by perfect love.
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