Over the course of these last few years I have become incredibly lax in keeping Sunday's truly sabbath. As a single college student I was good at keeping the TV off until about 7. My roommies and I would plug in "family" movies in the eve. On Fast Sunday's I would push through the lightheadedness, headaches, and pukey feelings well past the time church got out. I attended any kind of fireside available. If their was a way to be spiritually strengethened, I did it. I loved the challenge and the strength that pushing beyond my natural self brought me. In retrospect I can see the spiritual blessings that resulted from my efforts.
Lately I have noticed how easy I have made things for myself. When I get home from church I frequently veg in front of the TV or pass time on the internet like I would any other day. I rarely leave enough quiet time to reflect upon gospel principles and further my spiritual growth. On Fast Sunday's I typically eat as soon as I get home. OR on days such this I completely forget it's Fast Sunday until my husband catches me with a bitten piece of toast in hand and reminds me "what today is." At this point the rasberry-peach jam has already kissed my lips. After only one bite I could probably start over. I stare at my perfect toast and contemplate my next move. The internal struggle begins...and ends as I rapidly scarf the remaining toast down.
I can' t remember the last time I overcame temptations such as these. Small? Yes. But these little things make a world of difference. So much so, that I have noticed a void in my life from this sheer lack of effort. And so my goal is to do better, try harder, and make an effort in these areas that I have become so lax.
Writing away in his comfy little cove. 
