Using Saturday as Rest

Chapter 2.

I have a book report due next week and I have yet to reach chapter two.  Thankfully life still continues—ever so steadily and oftentimes much too quickly.  I want a pause button.

When I first sat down, Clayton asked how it felt to be a junior.  In simplicity, I blurted out “it’s sad.”  It’s just like how you start taking tiny sips when you realize half your frappacino is gone or how my sister refuses to eat the last couple of pieces from her wedding cake from 2 years ago.  I want a pause button.

I’m still at Panera, and the $2 tea I bought 5 hours ago has worked its way down to being about 20 cents a cup.  I’ve also gotten a workout running to the restroom.

I have homework lined up and a to-do list to work down but I have moments to appreciate to my left and to my right.

This morning I slept in a bit.  9 a.m. was too early and when I woke up at 11:11, it seemed too perfect to sleep anymore.  This afternoon has been slow, as close as I can get to a pause.  As I read Jane Austen, I’ve taken time to laugh a little, reread my favorite parts, and let my mind wander to last week when I encountered my own Mrs. Jennings.  When I couldn’t read anymore about the Baptists Distinctives, I pulled out some Beth Moore.  Sure, it wasn’t on my list today, but it added to my list of blessings.

It’s okay to be slow, though I’m almost embarrassed I didn’t go to the Baylor football game.  I am texting my brother the scores, but I won’t tell him I’m looking them up on ESPN.  I’ll go next week.

Saturday is a red light.  Slow down, my dear friend.

• 

Also check out: