I’m a skilled sleeper. I have been known to fall asleep in movies, concerts, once in a comedy show, and regularly in my son’s bed when laying down with him “for just a minute.” In college I’d rather go to bed early than go out most of the time, and it’s even more true now.
But rest… rest is an entirely different thing. And I’m not good at it.
Rest is about refreshing, recharging, healing. It’s about quieting and just being.
And I don’t know how to do that. I must check my email, social media, text messages, etc. I must be doing something productive to feel the time is worthwhile, or at the very least be doing something.
But rest and laziness are not the same, as rest has true value in itself.
This week, Michael is back in the hospital after about a month of being ill, with the past week quite bad. I told him many times that not being able to participate in things they way he wants to and should be able to doesn’t make him any less valuable or loved. Because his body needs the rest, and when pushed only punishes him. Though he hates it, he’s now to the point where we have to force rest, because the only other option is terrible nausea and constant vomiting. There are a lot of meds forcing it, giving it time to get past this episode.
I’ve made the decision in the past few days to let this be a season of more rest for me too. I’m not sure all that entails, but I’m praying about it, because my natural inclination is to try to do it all. Some projects need to fall by the wayside, for now at least, to free my mind for rest, which can lead to wonderful things. And closer relationships with those who matter most- God, our family and our friends.
Do you push so hard that you never rest? Have you asked yourself why, or planned when it will slow enough that you get that much needed rest?