I have always thought of winter as the metaphorical season of our discontent, to borrow from the Bard. But as I sit here today, I'm revisiting and coming away with winter now as my metaphor of Sabbath. The summer of doing and memory creating gives way to the winter of simply being.
May this be your season of Sabbath rest into the God who loves and adores you.
Shabbat shalom. Peaceful, blessed, Sabbath to you and all you hold dear.
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