Keeping It Holy

Sunday is the day to honor our heavenly Father, to praise Him, and to rest as He did. Today started about as abnormal as any day could have, in our household! In the words of the parents in "Home Alone" "We slept in!!!" The kids stayed at my parents last night, on a whim, just because my father is the most amazing grandpa in the world. He wanted to get Sarah, his "little Kristie" for the night, but when I told her he was coming, she said she didn't want to go. In the life of 3 year old drama queen, that's pretty normal. So Cameron, being the tender little man he is, said he would go, so Grandpa wouldn't be sad. BUT, when Grandpa arrived in a new/used Nissan sedan, Sarah got new ride jealous. And being the prepared and hopeful grandpa that he is, he had 2 car seats in the back! Off they went, leaving me and Daniel to stare at each other in amazement. How perfect is this Saturday night? So after I payed my respects to a friend who lost his mother, we went to dinner in Athens. Fast forward to Sunday, and the main point of this post. It's quiet, it's a king sized bed, and it's Sunday morning past 9. How did that happen? Daniel has a late sign in, will be flying all night to Stockholm, and it only made sense to sleep in even more. But I'm so thankful we are plugged in to our church home, Monroe FBC, and we had two little worshippers waiting for us to sit with them at "big church." We got there in time for the 11 o'clock call to worship, enjoyed a wonderful sermon, and headed off to the mack-deddy town of Jersey for lunch. Thank you Dr. McGarity and family for a wonderful restaurant! So, after lunch, we rested with my parents hanging around in recliners and sofas and watched a cute Disney movie. Daniel left on time, and I squeezed in a trip to the Wal-Mart super center. Ok, now about the Holy part. Would God consider my day a day of rest? Would he consider my actions to be keeping it Holy? Probably not. Why is it so hard in this day/age to hold true to biblical principals and truths? Why are we a self-consumed society, and why am I a part of it? I'd almost rather be in the decades before electricity, running water, cars, phones, much more than in this wifi world. What am I doing in my home office at 11pm on my computer? Why are my kids on the couch in the den watching "Hannah Monontana?" No, not a misspelled word, but my 3 yr old's version. Anyway, I couldn't help but wonder today, the Sabbath, if I'll ever get out of this rut and begin to keep it Holy. Where do we start?