Sundays are again becoming my very favorite days of the week. I used to be all about Fridays, especially when I worked. Fridays were always nights Lance and I went out for dinner and it was the beginning of time away from work and students and stress. When we had Hudson, Friday night dinners out became less frequent. We tried to continue with this tradition but it turned out that by Friday we both preferred to stay inside and not deal with the stresses that come with a baby in a nice restaurant. I still love Fridays, of course, but they lost some of the meaning they once held to me. Now, Sundays are my favorite. Maybe part of the reason for that is I no longer have the dread of Monday, but I think it more has to do with the fact that we are more intentional with our Sundays. Sundays used to feel like catch up days. It felt like cramming a lot into one day. Sundays were church plus everything else that did not get done in the week. Now, they are church plus rest. This past Sunday embodied this new intention.
I think my favorite part of these days are the fact that church and small group are the only two things on the agenda. The hours between then can hold anything we want. This particular Sunday we had less time than others, so we chose to get coffee and walk along the beach in Manhattan. With coffee in hand, we walked right along the water. It was low tide. There was just the right amount of sun. There were people, but not too many because most were watching the football game. There are moments I have when I feel this deep sense that I am exactly where I am supposed to be. This was one of those moments. I was present. I was with my two favorite people (Lance and Hudson). And I was not worried about producing or accomplishing anything. All I was focused on were the beautiful seashells before me. When was the last time you did something not out of obligation or necessity, but just because? I know for me the answer to that question is not very often. Walking along the shore, finding the most beautiful shells, collecting them in my empty coffee cup; reminded me that I need to fill my days more with moments like this. I found so much joy in shuffling through the array of broken shells and misshaped rocks. It gave my mind and heart pause. It allowed the constant rolling voice in my head listing out the things that must be done to stop and fade away in the background. Collecting shells at low tide on a Sunday afternoon might not be quite the thing that fills you up, but my point in writing this is to encourage you to find the thing that does. Maybe it is going to a cafe to eat breakfast by yourself. Maybe it is taking a long drive along the coast. Maybe it is going antique shopping and finding a piece to make your home feel more complete. It is freeing to allow yourself the permission to do things that do not always result in a measurable outcome. It is okay to have moments that are simple. It is okay to give ourselves pause and just focus on the shells.
When we got home, I opened up my Starbucks cup to find the three shells I collected. There was a small amount of vanilla latte remaining, so the shells were stained with espresso. The cup held an aroma of sea salt and vanilla. It sounds slightly silly to put this into words, but opening up that cup and seeing those coffee-stained seashells I collected, brought me so much joy. I washed them, hoping that some of that coffee scent would still remain. I then placed them on the dresser in our room. I laid each one out meticulously, giving space for each shell to shine on its own. Some of you reading this, probably think I am crazy for doing this or even writing this. I know it seems relatively insignificant and not fully worthy of even sharing, but I think it is. I think it shows the importance of the little things. It shows the value in doing the things that fill you up. It shows that we do not need to spend a lot of money or do all the fancy things to enjoy our life. Sometimes all you really need is to go down to the beach, or the park, or whatever quiet environment you choose and find something that bring you joy. For me on this Sunday, it happened to be shells soaked in coffee.
I now look at these shells every time I am in our bedroom. They are more than shells. They are symbols of a life well lived. Every time I look at these shells, I am now able to transport back to this Sunday afternoon. Those shells will take me back to the waves crashing, the taste of a warm latte, the curiosity of Hudson as he takes it all in. Those shells remind me it is okay to just wander. It is okay to be spontaneous and not have every minute of the day planned out. It is okay to just be.
Even since this past Sunday afternoon, there have already been multiple times that I have forgotten about the shells and fallen back into the cycle of work and obligation. This past week was filled with a lot of shoulds. It was filled with a lot of lists and time obligations. Unfortunately, there was not a whole lot of seashell collecting that occurred. And this is okay. I am human and quite frankly, it takes just a second for me to forget what I really need. What I truly need is not found on lists or even in the form of a shell. It can only be found in Jesus. Just like shells can symbolize baptism, those three coffee-stained shells remind me that through the grace of God, I am made new. My work will never be enough nor will it ever save me. I have messed up 10,000 times already this week. I have yelled at Lance. I have been impatient with Hudson as I wake up for the 5th time in the middle of the night. I get frantic as I am trying to feed Hudson and get dinner in the crockpot and get out the door in time for baby yoga. I have very quickly forgotten about that peaceful Sunday afternoon where I was restful and just looking for pretty shells. This is how sin operates. We turn away and focus on our selves in an instant. Thankfully Jesus offers us abundant grace. Thankfully those shells do not leave and will be there for us next Sunday to return to.