One of the things I have learned during the past ten or eleven weeks is that I matter, tremendously. I am worth setting aside everything else for the insane workload, the demands of family members with to-do lists needing my attention, housework, cooking—everything that was not accomplished during the week. Sabbath was doable when I had the time to plan for it, to ready myself and my household. But Sabbath comes, ready or not. It arrives like an old friend quietly knocking on the door, asking if you’d like to come out and play for the day, and my childlike response each week has been a
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