When I was just a girl, my parents instituted An Hour of Peace and Rest. Every Sabbath, there would be an hour when every child retired to their bed, ordered to silence for the span of sixty minutes. There were eight children in a four bedroom home, so I'm not sure what level of peace we ever really acheived, and I can remember sneaking out the window with my sister Ashley to pick the grapefruits from the tree that grew next our bedroom, but we knew that for that little time each week, we needed to at least pretend to be resting. I think it was one of my parents' favorite times of the week, and I can still remember my dad singing, "There is an hour of peace and rest...."
Chad and I have very fondly carried on this tradition. Colin goes in the guest room, Gabe goes in their bedroom, and Chad and I take turns napping with the baby while the other one sprawls out on the couch and monitors the movements of the big boys. Even when we had church 2:30pm last year, we had it in the morning before lunch. I gotta tell you, 8:30 church this year sounds awfully early, but it is heaven. Home by 12, lunch done by 12:30, and then straight upstairs for an hour and peace rest. I actually took a 2 1/2 hour nap today.
Anyone else have an hour of peace and rest on Sundays?
