On the seventh day, God rested. Ever notice just how hard it is for us to do that? At least for me it is. I struggle with getting enough done, doing it well, and get blind sided by all the other "to do's" next in line.
I get sucked into the "well, one of us has to" and it's usually me. Even today I'm wrestling a bit with that. The list of what I should do is long. I should get up, the dogs need out. We should go to church, I should do laundry, baking, cleaning.
What if I let go of those expectations, and embrace what feeds my soul and nurtures my body? What if I prayed and gave thanks from the comfort of my sofa, in my robe with a dog snuggled next to me? Would God approve? I'm thinking so. Not that I'd feel the sense of community that attending service brings, but sometimes embracing rest is important too.
Lest the dogs worry, meals will be served, they won't starve and all will still be well if I take a day of rest. If the house doesn't get cleaned, all will be well. I can pick and chose where I expend my energy. Something I clearly need more practice at. The dogs rest when they are tired, why can't I?
No doubt because I always try to get it right, ok, I try to get it more than right. Some people never try because they believe they will never get it right. My pendulum swings the exact opposite. Find the balance people, find the balance!
So today my balance will be softer. I'll embrace with less frenetic energy. I'll savor more and push through less. I will rest, some. It's a very good start. Wishing you the same.
