Rest

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?

God can reach us through the unrest, but it’s sometimes so much easier to hear Him when we rest.

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Solution vs. Mixture

Last night Drew was telling me about what he’s been learning in school, in his new favorite subject, science.  I loved the enthusiasm in his voice, as he asked if I knew the difference between a mixture and a solution.  He started to tell me, but thought that a much better idea was to make an example of each at home, so he could do more than just tell us, but could show us.  I thought maybe they had been doing experiments in class to help them fully grasp it, but that wasn’t the case, he just wanted to demonstrate it to us in a fun way.  Great idea!

He pulled out the chocolate powder and the milk, and began to stir them together, explaining that as the powder dissolves into the milk, they become one and can’t be separated back out.

He then took a few crackers and a chip and put them together, explaining that this was a mixture because they each maintained their identity and could be separated out again.

I started thinking about how a) smart my child is and b) how cool it is when the relationships we have are solutions, not mixtures.  Real relationships are those where you can’t just separate the people, but where lives have come together as a solution.  The best parts of each are combined, and together you can be better than you were apart. 

Sometimes can certainly be more than just people also.  A mixture involving you and God has little power.  A solution where God can no longer be separated from you, where He is a part of you, that has power. 

I’m so thankful for people in my life who love me enough to be part of my solution, and a God who loves me to be a main ingredient that holds the solution together.  And for a child who is excited about learning and sharing and is demonstrated true solutions daily through people who love him.