My personality has a complex that I think a lot of you will understand. I love to be restful, do cozy things, get plenty of sleep, and stay at home. However, if I do those things, I feel incredibly guilty so I simply don’t stop. I feel like I have been flying like a bullet since last March and last weekend, I finally hit my target. I got a simple cold that forced me to lay down and do nothing. I finally remember why in the world resting is so good for us.
First of all, God created rest. “By the seventh day, God had finished the work he had been doing; so on the seventh day He rested from all his work. Then God blessed the seventh day and made it holy,” Genesis 2:2-3. Even God knew what it meant to step back from His work and simply relax and admire. “For anyone who enters God’s rest also rests from their works, just as God did from His,” Hebrews 4:10.
I’ve written about this before, but the “hustle” culture the Western world has is dangerous. I constantly see people celebrating the fact that they pulled all-nighters or are constantly working on the “next big thing.” I, myself, can get in that pull. I work a full-time job, have a side gig, and I write/own this blog. My brain is constantly thinking “what’s next?” I often feel like if I stop moving, I will simply combust. If my blog post has been written for the week and I’m caught up on emails, I will run around my apartment trying to figure out what needs to be cleaned or organized. It got so bad when I got married that I had to force myself to stop everything at 9 PM in order to actually spend time with my husband and ease my anxiety.
But even this couldn’t rest my soul. I still spent my weekends running around like crazy, nearly every evening had a task that needed to be done and I was often left with the uneasy feeling that there was much more to tackle tomorrow. Instead of being excited at the opportunities I had, I grew weary. Simple things like cooking dinner seemed daunting and tiresome. I didn’t realize until last week that this crazy (yet beautiful) year was finally knocking me down.
I woke up with something so simple on the 27th: a cold. Easily cured. No biggie. I didn’t feel good at all, but I figured leaving work a few hours early and going home and lying on the couch that night would set me straight. I woke up the next morning, trying to have my normal Saturday of busy chores. That is, until I started sorting the laundry and got winded. Yep, I was exhausted and dizzy from putting clothes into piles. That’s when I knew I had no choice but to stop. I laid on the couch all day and watched TV and Jon joined me for a couple of movies. He stayed close to me and provided me comfort all day. I will still sick the next day (and still am), but something in me shifted. I was ready to take on the new year and no longer weary.
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest,” Matthew 11:28. I know not every problem and burden can be solved in one Disney+ binging day… but boy did it remind me how simple it was for me to just stop for a minute and reset my heart. Because of one weekend of restfulness, I have become more passionate about my jobs and spending time with the Lord. I feel more driven than I have since well before our wedding. That’s how simple it is to reset when you feel like you are beyond stressed and tense. Just take one, tiny pause. Take a vacation day. Take a bath. Read a book in silence (sorry moms of little ones…). Be lazy on the couch with your significant other, best friend, or mom- even just for an evening. Do things like regularly refresh your spirit and your mind. God knew how good it was for us to do, so He taught us by example. Take your Sabbath, people. You just might find yourself with a brand new idea.