I was thinking the other day about how God provided the manna for the Israelite in the wilderness.

Okay, so I don’t know exactly how he did it. But I do know that he provided exactly the right amount for one day’s food on each of five days. On the sixth day he provided exactly enough for two days. As a result, on the seventh day he didn’t provide any and no one had to collect any.

I thought about the manna in relation to this blog.

I’m exploring following Jesus three-hundred words a day. I started out to write every day. I realized that writing every day doesn’t permit a sabbath, a day of rest, for you or for me.

I realized I could schedule posts ahead of time, but that still puts things into your email or feed reader every day, putting a burden on you and on me to keep up, to answer comments.

I realized that I need to schedule a day to not have to think for this blog.

So my plan is to put up a post on Saturday. This will be for the weekend. That way you can read Saturday or Sunday. And I won’t have to write on Saturday night or for Saturday night.  I think it will bring some freedom.

And I leave you and I with words of Mark Buchanan from The Rest of God:

There is a terrible cost to our busyness. It erodes memory. Or worse than that, it turns good memory into mere nostalgia–memory falsified and petrified–and turns bad memory into bloodhounds that chase us to rend us, that keep us ever running, dodging, backtracking. Busyness destroys the time we need to remember well.

In the confusion, we forget who we are. The broken pieces remain strewn.