It’s my mantra these days.
I wish I had learned it better before now.
When the kids were at home.
When I was always trying to do, do, do and be, be, be.
When I was trying to satisfy people and satisfy my own perfectionism.
It’s why I’m so smitten with God in the Yard–spiritual practice for the rest of us by L.L. Barkat.
It’s why the word or concept of rest is a magnet for my mind.
Jody Hedlund wrote a great post yesterday called My Secret to Juggling Life in Ten Words.
She shared two principles that have guided her in the past. It was her third principal, recently added, that stopped me.
Live intentionally, clinging to what matters, letting go of the rest.
It takes times of rest to sense what is worth clinging to and what to let go.
Amy Sorrells posted a poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning entitled, The Autumn. You must read it.
“Go sit,” Elizabeth says. “Sit still.”
And then Amy shared this verse.
It’s useless to rise early and go to bed late,
and work your fingers to the bone.
Don’t you know he enjoys
giving rest to those he loves?
Psalm 127:2 (Message)
Scott Couchenour posted What Are YOU Doing With It? relating to prayer with some great quotes. And though he didn’t mention the word rest specifically, he shared three scriptures of Jesus rising early while it was still dark or withdrawing somewhere alone to pray. He shared this verse.
I can’t do a solitary thing on my own: I listen, then I decide . . .
John 5:30 (Message)
How can we listen?
How can we hear if we don’t stop long enough to hear Him above the din?
Finally, Pete Wilson posted a prayer by David Brainerd that he has lately claimed.
God let me make a difference for you
that is utterly disproportionate to who I am.
And he asked what prayer we prayed.
Help me to rest in You so You can do the rest through me.
That is my heart’s desire.
I can’t do it all.
I can’t do it alone.
I can’t do it at all.
But He can through me.
I’m thinking of rest as an acrostic.
R elax. The more rushed we are, the more stressed we are, the harder it is to do.
E xpect. God has not failed to delight me with some kind of gift as I practice this new discipline.
S top. Just. Sit. Still. I sense Him in the silence as I work around the house or when I walk. But not as much as when I take my seat in the yard.
T ime. It takes time to slow down. It takes time to develop the habit. It takes time to sit in His presence.
I find if I don’t meet with Him first thing in the morning, it might not happen at all.
I find that I need an extended quiet time after completing a long project or after an especially busy season.
I’m finally grasping that rest is vital for my health or else I will be no good to anybody in the long haul.
How do you rest? Do you find it hard to rest?