It is Sunday, the Sabbath for many people around the world. The Sabbath has always been a day of reflection for me. As I take the Sacrament, I renew the covenants I made with the Lord. I also vow to try to do better--in everything.
I don't work on my writing on Sunday. That is for the other six days of the week. Following church, I write letters to family and friends. If I'm lucky, I see my children and grandchildren.
When I was younger, I occasionally chafed at what I saw as the restrictions placed upon me on Sundays. Looking back, I am grateful to my parents for teaching me that the Sabbath was a special day, where we dress differently and do different things than we do on other days.
In the Lord's language, the Sabbath is a day of rest. Members of our church know that we do not rest literally; rather, we rest from worldly labors. How wonderful is the Lord's plan. He knew that we needed a day where we put aside the labors of the rest of the week and turn our thoughts and efforts toward serving Him
So, for today, I am grateful for the Sabbath.