Lent Photo-A-Day 3/9: Sabbath

Pellissippi Ward, Knoxville Tennessee Stake
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints
"If thou turn away thy foot from the sabbath, from doing thy pleasure on my holy day; and call the sabbath a delight, the holy of the Lord, honourable; and shalt honour him, not doing thine own ways, nor finding thine own pleasure, nor speaking thine own words:

Then shalt thou delight thyself in the Lord; and I will cause thee to ride upon the high places of the earth, and feed thee with the heritage of Jacob thy father: for the mouth of the Lord hath spoken it."
Isaiah 58:13-14

 The Sabbath Day is not like the rest of the week for me. I choose to not shop, dine out, participate in sports and other activities which would require that someone else work on the Lord's Day. I spend time in church, with family and friends, and appreciating the beautiful world Heavenly Father created for His children. I feel blessed by my choice to honor Him by respecting the day He set aside for us to worship, pray, and rest.

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