I can’t remember when I’ve ever been so glad to see Friday afternoon. I mean I was more than ready for 4 pm to get here.

I didn’t have a bad week. In fact, in many ways, it was a good week. A good but a long week.

Some weeks are like that. It feels like you’re driving a car with half the cylinders firing. You get to your destination eventually but it takes longer.

Rest is God’s prescription for those times when you’re worn out. God took the seventh day to rest and commanded that we do the same, not because He wanted us to add one more rule to memorize and follow but because He knew we needed someone to tell us to rest.

I fantasize a lot. Lately, my fantasy is turning off the alarm and sleeping in on that glorious day of the week called Saturday. I get to sleep until it’s actually daylight outside.

They say that you should go out and chase your dreams. Tomorrow, I plan to do just that by rolling over and going back to sleep.