Sabbath Sunday / by Donna Olivia Owusu-Ansah

She bid hubby farewell for a weeklong business trip in London. 

She preached. Hard.

She brunched. At the restaurant of their choice.

She napped. 

(Instead of hanging out with screaming four year olds at a birthday party or returning to church) 

She breathed fresh air and moved.

She cuddled and giggled.  

 She rested. True Sabbath rest.