I've decided that this year (and possibly while I'm working on my masters) that I will try to avoid the Sunday night activities as much as possible. The Lord commands us to have a day of rest, and I realize that I have never taken this as seriously as I should. My weeks are jam packed during the school year--between work and all the church responsibilities--I go the minute my feet hit the ground at 5:30am and I usually do not have a chance to stop until 10ish at night. Our Saturdays are either spent doing church activities or running errands that didn't get taken care of during the week. Sunday is our church extravaganza--no rest for the weary there.
It's not healthy, and I'm bringing Sabbath back.
Why on earth would I feel like I, plain old me, am too superhuman and not need a break? Even the Lord while making the UNIVERSE observed a day of rest (and He obviously didn't need it). While I may not be able to observe a complete day of rest, I can find pockets of time to enjoy my family, friends, and home. I should spend these precious moments with the ones I love and doing the things that make me whole.