I went to Arizona to rest. My whole being is exhausted and has been yearning for rejuvenation that it just hasn’t been able to find. Too much has happened. Between sickness, heartbreak, being over-committed, and family issues my body and soul have become so weary. So I journeyed 3000 miles west from my world to a warmer, dryer, less complicated place to recuperate and hopefully replenish enough to make it through the end of the school year.
Upon arrival, I could feel some of my stress leaving my body. I laid out in the sun and just breathed. But it didn’t last long…rest is certainly a funny thing. As much as I know I need it, I just couldn’t do it. Why is rest so difficult? In a world that, in my case, is shaking and moving around like a kid with a snow-globe in their hand, you would think that stillness and rest would be instantly welcome. Welcome, yes I suppose it is, but I just don’t know how to rest. Its as if the concept is understood but the action is impossible. To just sit, or breathe, or soak up the silence, or read the Word in peace. Peace. Oh, to really understand that word.
I’ve tried to rest. I can’t sit still. I have the urge to be doing something, saying something, being somewhere, getting something done. Its as if resting or being still is something that just cannot be accomplished. So much work to be still that it becomes overwhelming. I’m praying for stillness. I need some moments of quiet to be refreshed.
