On Sabbath I spent time thinking (or not thinking, as the case occasionally was) about be.
I seem to spend my days striving or trying to be…something. Be responsible. Be a good wife, mother, housekeeper, cook, daughter. Be calm, kind, frugal, organized, educated, well-spoken. Be. Be. Be. Be. Be.
Even the Sabbath is filled with wearisome BEs. Be on time (!!!). Be at church. Be happy. Be friendly. Take away church and I still feel the pressure to be faithful, be in tune spiritually, be good to people in need, be a student of Scripture, be still, or be still and know. Be. Be. Be. Be. Be.
Take that away and I feel that I need to be me. But that, also, is an awfully tall (and messy) order.
A Sabbath (sabbatical) is, I think, divine permission to just…BE.
No strings attached.