"THINK ON THESE THINGS": Bubbles and the Sabbath

"THINK ON THESE THINGS": Bubbles and the Sabbath

Quotable - "Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon."   Susan Ertz.

Bubbles and the Sabbath

Oooops.    I woke up late to the sounds of a gentle Spring rain.   I'd  stayed up late drawing and watching "House" reruns.   Heavyl clouds shrouded the ground, making it hard to see even the vibrant azaleas in full bloom.     The hint of brewing coffee wafting down the hall  made the moment even more delightful.    Into my slippers, I gathered my robe around me to greet the cool morning, the Sunday newspaper, and my adoring Golden Retriever.  

 The rain continued, granting me a certain permission to stay home and honor the Sabbath in my warm home    I cherish my Sunday routine of attending the worship service at "my" old Gothic church.    This morning, though,  I curled up on my chaise with my mug of coffee, newspaper and  favorite dog-eared Bible.   Later I took a long, candlelit bubble bath and touched-up my hair, all within hearing distance of the steady, slow rain. .  

I keep a note pad and Sharpie near the tub to jot down ideas,  winning words, even zany notions.   It's amazing how alert the brain can become when dipped into millions of warm bubbles.    Today I scribbled, visit other bloggers online, recheck the definition of philomathic, get update on Iceland's Volcano .  Then I remembered to order ink for the printer and AA batteries.     Enough!  I then eased deeper in the tub and closed my eyes for the pleas that need miracles, my Herculean prayers that require wise answers.     Though I sat not in the church pew this morning, God's grace  appeared.

I've learned to love Sundays, even alone, they allow the heart of this grandmother of eight to listen more intently to the sacred quiet.  Sundays "set" me on higher ground, at least in my thoughts.    It's on Sundays that I let all the cares of the preceding  week melt  and invite  new and restored dreams  to surface - to blend into my rested, art-bent right brain.     On the wings of creativity, exciting ideas fly in with new shapes and clarity.      With unseen knowing I perceive new ways to reconsider challenges even the ones on my "oh-my-this-seems-impossible" list.     By Sunday afternoon I find myself saying, "why not?" and actually, I could complete the project by Friday if I  . . . ."     

God sure knew what He was doing when He set Sundays aside for rest and  restoration, worship and prayer.       I've found that when I follow His lead (living a balanced life),  I make better art, have more creative energy, and live more mindful of  answered prayers, the ones I make while soaking in bubbles on Sunday afternoons.

Oh, Philomathic means the love of literary learning, fond of words and their meaning.    Yes!!!!

Quotable quote:  "Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.}  Susan Ertz