SAYS FYL

My scribbles while meditating

“God finished his work that he had done, and he rested on the seventh day” (Gen. 2:2).

At first glance, this almost sounds as though God was exhausted after a hard week of creation. But of course, that can’t be true. If anything, He has an endless supply of ideas and energy to match His unlimited creativity. God ended His creation not with more activity but with a full cycle—a whole day—of rest. A day set apart as holy.

What strikes me most is this: God blesses the Sabbath day. Up to this point, He had blessed living beings—but never a day. The seventh day becomes the first slice of time that is consecrated, made special, given meaning.

I’ve always loved the Sabbath. Even my brain seems to know when it arrives. For years, I suffered from insomnia—every night haunted by unfinished to-do lists and unsettled negotiations. But Friday night was always different. As Sabbath drew in, my mind switched off. I slept deeply, because I knew the next day belonged to rest.

Still, it took me a long time to understand that the Sabbath is more than just rest—it’s a blessing. It’s a weekly celebration. Just as my birthday marks another circle of the sun, Sabbath marks another completed week of life with God. And together, we pause to celebrate: counting blessings, rejoicing in victories, praising Him for His presence.

That’s why the Sabbath, to me, doesn’t need rigid rules or boundaries. My relationship with God shapes how I spend it. Our history together creates the rhythm of the day. Even without commandments, I’d still choose to meet Him here.

The Sabbath is God’s gift with no strings attached. And that, I think, is why He gave it before the Ten Commandments—so I’d know it was first and foremost a gift, not just a command.

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