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  • Writer's pictureEmily Rojas

How I Learned to Rest on Sundays

My Sunday mornings used to start around 6am.


I would wake up, get dressed (to impress), maybe eat some breakfast and rush to church. Once there, I’d do worship band practice or have prayer for some leadership team or maybe I was just overexcited to see my best friends. During the second service, I’d be down in the nursery or with the older kids or maybe just sitting in another service with my friends


After church was over, I was in rehearsals and meetings and trainings and worship nights. And then, only then, would I go home and crash, exhausted. 


I used to joke that I only had one day weekends. 


And then, something funny happened. It wasn’t intentional, or some kind of conscious decision. But after a few years in college I stopped going to church. 


Not completely, of course. I still found myself in a pew often enough to tell myself I was still active in church. But I spent a lot of Sundays in bed, or in the mountains, or at brunch. 


And… it was awesome. 


After a lifetime of early Sundays and twice-a-week church services, I found out how awesome it could be to rest on a Sunday morning. 


Now, I stick to 11 o clock services. And today, I got brunch afterwards. 


I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being hyper-involved in church. I wouldn’t be who I am today without my excessive church involvement. But over the course of my life, I forgot (or maybe never learned) how to rest on Sundays. 


So, on this very beautiful Sunday evening, take some time to rest. It’s a little too late for brunch, but I’m sure you’ll think of something. 


Peace be with you. 


And He said, “My presence will go with you, and I will give you rest.”

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