Finally Off on A Sunday
I thought I didn't need a Sabbath. Or that making ridiculously good lattes was rest enough for me. I was wrong.
Today is the first Sunday I’ve been home in months. After working Saturdays and Sundays at the beloved Brown Mustache Coffee, I’ve finally had to come to terms with my conviction that rest is, indeed, a gift from God.
When I sent my friend Colleen a text, asking if I could work a couple shifts at her shop, we were in the middle of selling and buying a h…