People often identify as “morning person” or “night owl,” but I think I’m an “evening lady(?).” I truly love the hours of 4-8 p.m. I’m most productive at work, most eager to catch up with loved ones, most content with the ways of the world.
One of the things I most cherish about this time is my solitary walk to the parking garage. Glamorous, I know, this period is much more significant than one might suspect. To most, this respite is a means to an end: the necessary step to getting in one’s car and away from one’s place of business. But not me; this is my holy hour, my moment of meditation.
As cheesy as it may sound, I actually find the walk to my car to be quite spiritual. Here is five minutes where I am able to focus on nature: the birds chirping, the wind billowing, the trees rustling. And it’s all mine. I don’t have the (lovely) distraction of friends, the pressing matter of business, the hurriedness of commitment. No, right now, it’s just me and my surroundings, taking in the day for what it’s worth.
Ezekiel 20:12 expresses, “Also I gave them my Sabbaths as a sign between us, so they would know that I the Lord made them holy.”
I think dedicating a day to rest is so admirable, a goal to which we should all strive. But seeking Sabbath in glimpses each day…now that’s holy. When we pause to absorb all that God’s doing around us, we are able to fulfill the most rewarding, basic component of relationship: gratitude. Even in a cement-laden walk to a parking space, Christ breaks through and shows his glory, if only we pause long enough to see it.
Food for thought: When is your Sabbath? When do you feel closest to God?
Rachel Fisher 