Ever have one of those moments where you wonder if you could be taking better care of yourself—physically? I looked at a photo of myself recently and thought, “Wow… I got old,” (ha!).

This week, I caught myself doing something I didn’t intend. On my Sabbath morning, the first thing I did was pick up my phone—not just to turn off the alarm, but to scroll through News alerts.

Again. If the eremos—the quiet, solitary place—is where I need to go to do spiritual battle, then just getting there is half the battle. But how do I get there, Lord?

There was a lot going on this week. On my Sabbath, I faced what I considered an “ox in the well” situation (Luke 14:5)—a moment when it felt necessary to make an exception...

This was one of those weeks where I felt like I could’ve slept in a little longer. I’m not exactly in “retirement mode”—you know, early to bed, early to rise—but I’m definitely not in “college mode”

I find myself distracted by the digital portal that sits on my nightstand. It’s the last thing I touch before going to sleep and the first thing I instinctively reach for when the alarm sounds.

This week was shorter than usual as we prepared for our trip to Seattle to celebrate our niece’s graduation. The anxiety I felt likely stemmed from a desire to tie up all the loose ends before we left.

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.