Sunday is Special

Yesterday we were with one of my relatives and in a conversation about all the yard work we have to do she made a comment about how she wishes she could do some of those things on Sunday. I was surprised at how strong my immediate reaction was. "Oh, NO!" I told her. "That would be awful!" Six days of the week I work and stress. The seventh is a wonderful reprieve. They are not always "days of rest," but they are always renewing and rejuvinating. Sunday is my one day "off." I don't have to worry about doing laundry, picking weeds, grocery shopping, cleaning, or the other hundred-and-one other daily tasks that haunt me the rest of the week. I can lay in bed and read my scriptures without one moments pause. I can sit and play games with my family and not have the nagging "I should be tidying the house" feeling. On the Sabbath day I receive the spiritual and physical renewal that keeps me going the rest of the week. Thank heaven for the Sabbath day!