Folks, I have a confession to make. You’d think I would have this down by now…but no! This week I was once again reminded of how important it is to rest.
I was also reminded how bad I am at it! In fact, I think I’m the world’s worst ‘rester.’ Why can’t it come naturally to me? Other people don’t seem to have difficulty being still.
But this gal?
She never feels better than when she’s had a full, productive day. Scratching things off her to do list makes her feel like a million bucks. She likes challenges and applying herself to them.
Like overhauling the blog. Working on a second and third book. Managing a big ‘ole home. Taking care of a husband. Having friends over for meals. Mentally preparing for a shift (did I mention our home just sold?), packing up canning jars, sorting through our stuff, trying to help figure out land details, etc.
Maybe I’m a workaholic?
No, I can’t be entirely, because this week I was reminded that I need to slow down.
While taking time to connect this week, my man reminded me it’s from our rest that strength will flow. Inadequate rest (physical, spiritual or emotional) will inevitably lead to weakness, will handicap us in this life.
I know it. But a large part of me wants to skip over it.
But I know.
Time to slow down and refocus. To listen to the birds and watch the sunrise. Pray, think and process this life. To still my busy mind from everything I ‘need’ to do and think about what I do have.
Time for the world’s worst rester to rest.