When you think about Sabbath as a cosmic rhythm—six days of work and activity, followed by one day of rest—it raises an interesting question..

During my Sabbath, I usually move through a familiar rhythm: I journal my way from Resistance to Delight to Nearness. But this week, something different happened.

While helpful, this structure is never meant to box God in. When God speaks—whether through Sabbath, Solitude, Prayer, or Fasting..

The past two Sabbaths began with immediate immersion—words flowed, thoughts were clear, and I began journaling right away. There was no resistance to entering into Solitude and Sabbath.

This week was full—so much activity packed into each day—that I’m realizing how important it is to become more intentional about journaling regularly.

This past week was full—typical, in many ways. Just a quick note: these reflections now cover the seven days leading up to Tuesday (so if you're reading this on Wednesday, it's fresh off yesterday’s Sabbath).

This week, as I reflect on resistance to my spiritual disciplines (Sabbath,Solitude, Prayer, Fasting, Community), I keep returning to the vital importance of posture—our physical stance—and orientation—the direction of our hearts and minds.

It occurs to me how easy it is to blur the lines between vacation and Solitude. We might assume that simply going away will give us rest, but that’s not always true.

Two words: College Football. More specifically, University of Hawaiʻi football. I’ve been attending games since elementary school—my parents had season tickets, my mom worked at UH, and some of my fondest memories are sitting in the stands with them and my Uncle Dwight.

This week I’ve been pondering how to let Scripture reach more deeply into my soul. I wonder—what might happen if I set aside the chapter breaks, verse numbers, and headers, and simply read the text as a continuous story?