I’m learning to choose rest.
I’ve always thought if I move fast enough, I could outrun that fear of the voice that called me lazy.
Because if you are not moving, you must be lazy, right?
But the older I get, I’m able to look back with perspective on the live I’ve lived so far. It’s been a good life and a full life, but somehow…once again…I’d forgotten how to rest.
It becomes natural if we do lay down for rest to reach for a TV remote or check out Instagram one more time. And do we really need to check Facebook to see what someone had for dinner or where they are driving or what they are dismayed about? Over restoration?
It takes effort to lay here and rest, and as I do I’m aware of the sun shining through the window on my face. I hear God in the church bells, in the children’s laughter of the schoolyard and even the cars going by. I hear Him in the life surrounding me.
And I sense His presence as the breeze blows my curtains and tickles my face.
Today I choose to lay here with my arms outstretched and just be aware and enjoy the moment and it felt good and right. Not a stitch of “lazy” in it.
Because I am desperate for rest.
Not the kind where I lay down and put my feet up, but where my soul rests with God. Where I can hear his voice and I’m not drowning it out with my to-do list, or my overactive brain images.
I want to rest with the purpose of spending time in his presence doing absolutely nothing but being aware that He is here with me.
Today, try to lay down long enough that you can doze for a few minutes in the sunlight. When you wake up? Stretch. I mean like a full and total fingertips to toes stretch. When was the last time you did that? It feels amazing.
There is no time for amazing in the rushed, in the frenzied.