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REST on Sunday.

January 22nd, 2011 by stephanie

As many of you know, I love to dish about holidays, special days and the food that comes along with them in most cases! But my favorite day, I will have to admit, doesn’t come annually, it actually comes weekly and it falls on Sunday. Remember those tea towels you used to see? I guess nowadays you can only find them in antique stores, but there was one for each day of the week and they went something like this: Wash on Monday. Iron on Tuesday. Mend on Wednesday. Churn on Thursday. Clean on Friday. Bake on Saturday. Rest on Sunday.2083604989_71e8da415d
When I was a young girl, I attempted to embroider those sayings onto a set of my own tea towels. Mine had a big rooster on each one. If my memory serves me correctly, I don’t believe I completed the task. I do still have one or two in my dishtowel drawer however.

Anyway, my grandmother has shared with me on numerous occasions about how strictly her parents heeded the “Rest on Sunday” part of the week. They literally did nothing on that day. Except worship and eat, of course. They went to services, returned home, ate the food that had been prepared the day prior, and then literally–rested. No chores. No radio. TV! I don’t even know if they were allowed to read. (Although I do think they were allowed to read the Bible.) And too, it was pure family time.

As I was enjoying a Sunday afternoon recently , it dawned on me that I could not blame my great grand mother for holding firm to that resting part of the traditional Sunday. Think about it, she must have been completely worn out and exhausted by the time Saturday night rolled around. Sundays were her only holiday to be sure. Vacations were not really an option for her working class level in her era. Spare time? That too was a luxury that only the affluent could afford. And if people think women back then had time to grab a cup of coffee and sit on the deck for a little quiet time, I highly doubt that was a feasible daily experience. But I could be wrong.

But back to the point. I love Sundays. Like my great grandmother, I can’t wait for my special day of rest. I take it seriously. And I have truly come to make it part of my “religion”. Now don’t panic. I haven’t slid off into rulesville. It’s just something I have made a part of my life. I go to worship service, I eat lunch with friends, but then…I head home to take a nap. It’s simply the perfect day.

I realize that not all folks have the luxury of that type of Sunday. For one, a friend of mine is a charge nurse in the emergency room of a nearby hospital. That’s exactly where I want her, and so would you, if something goes very very wrong. There are firemen, policemen, military…the list goes on. But someway, somehow, everyone needs to find their “Sabbath”. I hope that if you don’t have one, you will work towards making that a part of your life. Soon.

Just my thoughts.
Ex. 20:8-11 ¶ Remember the sabbath day, to keep it holy. Six days you shall labor and do all your work,
but the seventh day is a sabbath of the LORD your God; in it you shall not do any work, you or your son or your daughter, your male or your female servant or your cattle or your sojourner who stays with you.
For in six days the LORD made the heavens and the earth, the sea and all that is in them, and rested on the seventh day; therefore the LORD blessed the sabbath day and made it holy.

Feeling a Wee Bit Weary?

October 31st, 2009 by stephanie

If so, you’re not alone. These days, we can wear out faster than we realize. The amount of incoming messages alone can zap your energy by the end of the day. Let’s face it, these bodies and minds of ours can only take so much. I know, not a popular train of thought for the Type A’s reading this today. But truth none the less.

So this poem caught my eye, and I couldn’t resist sharing it with you. 

Dear Child, God does not say today, “Be strong;”

He knows your strength is spent; He knows how long

The road has been, how weary you have grown,

For He who walked the earthly roads alone,

Each bogging lowland, and each rugged hill,

Can understand, and so He says, “Be still,

And know that I am God.” The hour is late,

And you must rest awhile, and you must wait

Until life’s empty reservoirs fill up

As slow rain fills an empty upturned cup.

Hold up your cup, dear child, for God to fill.

He only asks today that you be still.

– Grace Noll Crowell


This poet/writer was new to me. But she must have been a busy person, to be able to pen those words.  With a few clicks, my thoughts were confirmed. Here is what I found:

In the early 1940s Grace Crowell was called “the most popular writer of verse in America.” Dale Carnegie called her “one of the most beloved poets in America.” Magazine and newspaper articles often commented on her widespread popularity, on the visitors from other parts of the United States and abroad who stopped by her Dallas home, and on her massive correspondence with grateful readers. Her husband quit his job to manage her career. She published over thirty-five books of poetry, stories for children, and poem and prose devotions. Her Songs for Courage went into twenty-five printings. In 1977 a reprint of her 1965 collection of poems appeared as The Eternal Things: The Best of Grace Noll Crowell

Yep, she was a busy gal. But she knew that her Creator didn’t demand or expect as much as the demands she probably placed on herself. Re-read the poem Grace penned. And may it bring a sigh of relief and a lowering of those shoulders that are currently up around your ears.


Just my thoughts,


The Differences Between Boys & Girls.

May 12th, 2009 by stephanie

In keeping with our theme this week, a friend of mine sent me a quote. It comes from a new television show, but oh how it puts into perspective how we girls think.


So men, next time the lady in your life needs that pedicure, or spa visit or that new pair of shoes, this may help you to understand why…


From the new TV show, Castle:
A mother explaining women to her grown, widowed son struggling to keep his daughter’s self-esteem intact:
“She already has self image issues.  It’s the way of women.  Our nose is too big, our rear too small, hair too curly, or too straight, there’s not a woman alive that doesn’t dislike some part of her body.  But the right make up, the right dress and shoes, the right hair cut, hides the flaws we think we have; making us feel beautiful.  And THAT is what makes us beautiful to others.”


Food for Thought.

August 19th, 2008 by stephanie

Had the distinct privilege of sitting in on the taping of an upcoming PBS special for Dr. Daniel G. Amen (of the book Change Your Brain, Change Your Life.) It will air this December.  I highly suggest it!  Wow. Talk about enlightening.  I had no idea people could scan your brain, diagnosis a situation, and then work with you to correct and improve it.  And what I am referring to is ADD, ADHD, Depression, Drug Addiction, Mental Illness and more.  It was amazing.  You can find what the brain needs in regards to repair, and actually assist the brain in the repairment process.  It was truly stunning. They are experiencing unbelievable results.

I realized that we take our little cranial organ quite for granted really. I have to admit, brain food now means more to me than it did 24 hours ago. I literally got into the car after the taping and headed to the grocery store. You should know the list I now held in my hand was not the one that matches what usually goes into the cart. And I eat healthy!  “Let me see, Zinc, Fish Oil, Sage, Lavendar Oil, Omega 3 supplements, Green Tea…” and down the list I went. (If you don’t have a Whole Foods…good luck! The Apple Farm didn’t quite cut it at 10pm at nite.)  But I digress.

One of my favorite lines from the evening was that Dr. Amen will require men who date his daughters more than 4 months to have a scan! That is awesome. Don’t you wish we could scan the men that come into our lives?  It would make life so much easier.  Well, Ok, maybe not. But it’s a GREAT thought.  Just think about it for a minute. The future of dating, (or social networking) could include a requirement (or option) to post the results of your scan!  That would limit your “connections” you can bet. Talk about weeding out!


For now, those of us not willing to shell out the $3,000 for the scan (and make the trip to his clinics) will have to wait until they are available at the local clinic or Red Box. (just kidding.)

Just some food for thought.



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