I just got back from a weekend away in the mountains.
Funny how when you say yes to rest, your body shows you just how tired you have been.
I have been tired.
Like watching your puppy stare up at you, eye lids heavy, trying to stay alert and awake and failing. Head droops. Heart rests on the floor.
I’ve been tired of the rushing from here to there and my self-propelled late nights working on dreams.
Tired of my wrists hurting from typing.
Tired of scrolling through angry posts, of crazy world news, of buckets of rain and high winds.
Tired of tuning in to CNN.
Tired of fear and inadequacy.
Tired of sadness and the gut ache of grief.
Tired of big sighs and big storms and big losses.
And when we are tired, the world says do more, but my God says, ‘do less’.
Tired of resisting this truth.
“I will refresh the weary and satisfy the faint.” – Jeremiah 31:25
Why is it so hard to press pause, to release, to take not just one, but repetitive deep breaths.
Let go of the guilt you feel walking in the door upon returning from your escape.
Smile as you push the grocery lists and bills off the counter.
Watch the paper responsibilities, just paper, flutter to the floor.
For just for a few moments allow deep pulses of respite to seep into your bones. To massage out the tense aching in our ever fearful bodies.
Rest. Breathe. Observe. Reflect. Repeat.
It’s ok. You can pick up the envelopes and organize the pile now. Think about food. Nourish your self. Rest.
Tomorrow will be for rising again.