… are for waking up to a stunningly beautiful sun-shiny day in Queensland and going for a walk in the hinterlands (or the beach or the waterfront).
Weekends are also for mowing the lawn, mopping the floors and getting the laundry done. Can’t get away from having to keep the house in tip-top order.
Weekends are for photography. (Oh, wait… we deliberately left the camera this time round. Absolutely rued this decision).
Weekends are for getting fit and falling in fits of laughter.
Weekends are for finding the hidden beauty in what’s around me. For finding beauty in friendship.
Weekends are for quiet times. For knowing His Love, “though I know not its measure”.
Weekends are for you.
[Psalms 71.15, NIV; Back on another walking trail at the Glasshouse Mountains, June 2011]
Well said. Love the weekends!