January 29, 2012 § Leave a comment
Is there anything much better than a Sunday afternoon nap? It is that post -church sermon drowsiness mixed with staying up too late the night before combined with a quick, warm lunch and maybe a football game humming on in the background that subdues even the busiest of bees underneath an afghan on the couch. For me, the heaviness of the week to come – the to-do lists and responsibilities – puts me in a Sabbath day coma by 2pm.
I like to sleep for preparation, but also to “catch up” on hours of missed shuteye due to weekend projects or exciting events. There are some Sundays, such as those when I skip out on church and sleep in, that my nap just becomes an extension of my Saturday night rest. Those are the types of Sundays when the pajama’s never come off and eggs, bacon, oatmeal are served for lunch. Of course there is the occasional Sunday where a nap is traded for Saturday’s unfinished tasks or shopping or spending time with friends, but if I had my way, every Sunday would be nap day.
A gloriously unusual nap occurred this afternoon; not out of exhaustion from the past week or preparation for the days to come. After curling up on my parents’ couch and tucking in under the soft throw I easily drifted off into a deep and long sleep. I napped because I could; because it was Sunday. And maybe I napped too long, for now it is nearly midnight, and my eyelids are just barely starting to droop. However, despite my unmet desire to fall asleep two hours ago, I cannot help think that rest just for the sake of rest is the best kind.
It has been a lesson too long in the learning. We shouldn’t need an excuse to rest. We shouldn’t rest just to recoup from fatigue or to prepare for the future. Naptime shouldn’t just be reserved for tantrum prone toddlers. Naptime should be a rest for our present self and circumstance. Every Sunday should be naptime.