I was listening to a sermon about a month ago that was focused on rest... in particular the speaker was talking about resting on the Sabbath. Not to get too preachy on you, but the main take away for me was to remember to actually rest at least one day a week. That sounds ridiculous to have to "remember" to rest.... but the type of rest I am referring to here is the kind of rest that your soul needs. Not sleep (although thats good too, hallelujah!).
Being a single twenty-something in a fun city like Nashville is.... busy to say the least. Don't get me wrong, life is chock FULL of fun things (I went to a lip sync battle last night... talk about hilarious, fun times) but with all the fun and work and friends and dreams and coffee shops and summer activities and I-need-to-get-a-tan and oh-crap-I-need-to-do-laundry and Lacy girl needs to go for a walk and FOMO (fear of missing out.... its an epidemic and the struggle is real people) I find myself going 100mph all the time and stillness freaks me out more than it should. I know you don't have to be in my particular shoes to relate... I can only imagine what the rest of you have on your to-do lists.
Our souls need time to rest and breath. We need some quiet time in our lives for the Lord to fill us back up. God himself set the example when he rested after creating the world. He didn't rest because he was tired... he didn't rest once he finally ran out of things to do either. He rested so that he could breathe and enjoy the creation he had made. My soul has taken quite a beating over the last year and I find myself craving distance from trying to keep up with life. Is that what God meant when he established the Sabbath? I don't think resting has to mean no-work. What if I love to garden? Or what if I love to run miles? Or cook? Can that be restful? I believe it can.
"Then he said to them, "The Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath" -Mark 2:27
This past weekend was tough on me and I found myself feeling empty and worn out. I needed to get away so I packed Lacy girl up and we headed out to visit our friends at their country home. It was a spontaneous move on my part (I literally left laundry in the dryer- oops) but it was a glorious day for my soul. I played with the little girls and talked life with my friends. Real life seemed to stop for a while. On sunday after church I dug out my old paints, turned on some music, and just enjoyed my forgotten hobby for a bit. All by myself. And it was just what I needed. Ask yourself what it is that you love to do, what fills you up, what are things in your life that let you check out when you need it? Do you do those things enough?