If you weren’t aware, I’ve been sick the last few days.
That means I’ve had quite a bit of time to think about rest. When you’re sick, you rest. It’s just what you’re supposed to do. But…
Well, I’m not a doctor, but I’m pretty sure that, when we’re sick, that’s often just our bodies telling us that we need rest. I’m referring to sicknesses like a cold or the flu. In those instances, we need to slow down so that our bodies can recuperate.
But when do we ever choose to rest?
Your answer might be every night. Ok…but isn’t that our bodies still just telling us we need rest? Actually, I’m not even sure what we do every night is rest. It’s called sleep. Maybe I’m just playing in semantics, but something about sleep seems different than rest.
What I’m talking about is choosing to slow down and recuperate when there are so many other things we could be doing. When was the last time we did that?
I don’t know about you, but every night when my body is telling me it’s time to sleep, there is nothing else I feel like doing. I’m so tired that I want to sleep.
So far, I’ve only been talking about physical elements. But I think rest can refer to emotional and spiritual recuperation as well.
So how do we do it?
Well, tomorrow I’m going to try.
I love to write. In fact, I’ve decided to start writing every day. It’s my passion. But tomorrow, I’m not going to write. Why?
Because I’m going to rest.
The season we’re currently in is all about rest. It’s called Lent. Not everyone observes Lent. In fact, I’ve never observed Lent myself. But, I’ve been reading through Lent for Non-Lent People by Jon Swanson and I’ve learned that rest and Lent have a lot in common.
First, they both contain four letters. Call me Captain Obvious.
But their core similarity comes from this idea of giving up something good for something better. For me, writing is so good. But tomorrow, I’m going to give it up for something better.
We all need time to recharge. To think. To listen.
We seem to always be doing. When did we lose the art of being?
Tomorrow, I’m going to try to rest. I’m going to just be. Being doesn’t have to mean being alone.
I want to enjoy quality time with my wife. I want to listen to beautiful music reverberating off of church walls. I want to gaze out my back window as the world continues its beautiful performance. I want to read and really think about the words on the page.
Work is good. Writing is good. But tomorrow they aren’t on my schedule.