When was the last time you spent a quiet moment just doing nothing – just sitting and looking at the sea, or watching the wind blowing the tree limbs, or waves rippling on a pond, a flickering candle or children playing in the park?  Ralph Marston




Rest A While (Sundays in My City)

rest a while sign


Rest A While is a landmark along the northern shore of Lake Pontchartrain. It was a fine hotel in the late 1800s, catering to wealthy New Orleanians escaping the heat and disease that visited New Orleans most summers. Yellow fever, malaria, typhoid and heat stroke were common maladies of Old New Orleans.

In the early 1900s, the place was converted to a home for orphans and other charity cases. As the 20th century wore on, storms and neglect wore away its charm. Hurricane Katrina in 2005 nearly destroyed it.

Rest A While needed a bit of restoration  from years of neglect and storms. It makes me think of our bodies and souls. Do we require rest? How’s my soul today? Have storms or neglect or busyness taken away from me what I need to live a good life?

After all, it’s Sunday in My City.*

Consider Jesus’ words as paraphrased from The Message Bible.

“Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.”  Matthew 11

*I am reviving Sundays In My City, in which I post photographs of places in and around my hometown. The original Sundays in My City is a feature began by Unknown Mami.