Wouldn’t you know that not three hours after I decided, wrote and posted my first post for my Thirty-one Days to Rest series, I walked in my front door from a trip around the neighborhood and threw out my back. Between stepping across my threshold and opening up the refrigerator door for the eggs something twisted and caught in the middle of my back.
As I stare down age 38 in the face, things like this are a more common occurrence but I certainly did NOT think it would happen this morning.
I had a grand day planned filled with getting caught up on my to-do list, prepping for a meeting, folding some laundry and straightening up the garage.
I now find myself on the sofa, laptop in lap with a bag of ice wedged between my shoulder blades. I have placed everything I might need for the next few hours within arms reach because God knows I don’t want to stand up if I don’t have too.
It happens when one of our littles get a cold or when our car breaks down and we can’t leave the house for a few days: we are forced to rest. It also happens when we throw our backs out like little old ladies from picking up a carton of eggs and we now have to strain to put our arms above our head from the pain.
Or when, I believe, we plan too much in our lives. Sometimes the bowling pins we juggle above our heads come crashing down because even the best juggler can’t 100 things in the air at once.
Point well taken: as soon as I draw up my brainstorming insurance policy that maybe I can make it 31 days with 31 decent ideas on the elusive REST I’m actually forced to perform it. And I also am learning right off the bat that maybe I don’t know a darn thing about it and that in order to journey this month into rest, I must trust the God who created it. I’m pretty sure I have more questions right now than I did a few hours ago.
So, today, as I’m forced to search for rest in the middle of a day with a lengthy to-be-done list, I’m going to open myself up to the irony of the Kingdom: that the first will be last, the lowly will be exalted and maybe the rested will be the most productive.
Let’s see how that goes. I promise I’ll let you know.
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