Sharing My Sabbath: Ramen and Pizza

The bae was up with night terrors, and I was up at 4am, worried I wouldn’t fall back asleep. But I’m blessed, yo. Woke up around 7, that’s like ancient pre-baby times. I’ll take it.

Pastor Charlie preached on stepping out of our little boxes and connecting the way God intended.

“God desires for us to get outside of the constructs we place him in and experience him in a powerful and fresh way. If our worship within the church does not translate to a demonstration of love, then we’ve missed the whole point” -Charlie Dawes ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

I’ve made some improvements here. I no longer wear headphones, and I try mightily to connect, even chat with strangers. I do need to work more on maintaining presence. I love music, podcasts, etc. But I also know that these can sometimes take me out of the moment. So I’m back to silence in the morning, silence in the evenings. Hard, yet necessary for me.

Lunchin’

We went to Streets for some ramen. To me, this is the best ramen in the NOVA area. Maybe even in DC. It’s the noodles, the fixings, it just has everything going for it. We got the bae some noodles and then decided to help her eat them 😉

Instead of kicking back I cut my hubby’s hair. I dare anyone who thinks their relationship is solid to do this. Luckily, everyone emerged unscathed.

After the park, we walked to a new pizza joint in Del Ray. It was so-so. Nothing to write home about, but who CARES because guess who didn’t have to cook.

Hi/Low
I’m committed on the no-cooking rule for Sunday. I did have some short moments with hubs and bae, which I continue to work on. I find it happens when I’m tired and/or hungry. Sometimes the best you can do is forgive yourself.