So sang they, and the empyrean rung With Hallelujahs. Thus was Sabbath kept.

Gently on tiptoe Sunday creeps, Cheerfully from the stars he peeps, Mortals are all asleep below, None in the village hears him go; E'en chanticleer keeps very still, For Sunday whispered, 'twas his will.

When you abide with God in Sabbath, an unshakable confidence shines from the inside out, enticing others toward the gift of rest as well.

God's creation is a life-giving inhale for all of us, and Sabbath is the exhale.

Sabbath isn't about resting perfectly; it's about resting in the One who is perfect.

Pausing for prayerful listening, even for a few minutes, brings everything that is important back into focus.