A word that can be mighty deceiving. Rest can look different from person to person, but one thing is for certain, it is a must for all.
I’m getting ready to graduate with my Bachelor’s in Psychology (finally!!! After five years and two six month breaks in there) after ten moves in four years, one change in my major, the birth of our third child and all of the other little day to day life happenings.
I’m ready for some rest.
I am ready for life to slow down a tiny bit, to not lie awake at night wondering if I have done enough, panicking over my next paper, the books I have yet to read for class. Finally drifting off to sleep only to have one of our beautiful boys come “sneaking” in because they had a bad dream or the crazy Wyoming wind woke them up.
Rest with three little boys can be very difficult and hard to come by. Having one in school has allowed for a little bit of slowing…but only a little. Trying to keep the other two engaged and moving throughout the day can be a full time job. Struggling with the guilt of sitting down to do homework and not being totally available can be difficult. BUT it has also allowed for our youngest to learn to play by himself and our middle to make some (I think) amazing things with his Lego’s!
There is joy in the little day to day pieces, even though they might seem mundane at times, taking a break and looking around at our home (however frequently it changes) and the people that occupy it makes my heart soar. Our family pictures on the wall, the dirty boy shoes by the door, the artwork covering our fridge and the wall by our desk. Our calendar full of life’s reminders (because this mama forgets a LOT). Our kitchen table is frequently littered with my school books, all of the projects that happen throughout the day and the snacks that are inhaled by the boys. Life.
I woke yesterday with a tiny bit of panic, November 1st. 40 more days of school. Just over three weeks until Thanksgiving. About seven weeks until Christmas. Just over two months until I turn 33. My poor friend Suzanna has listened to my horror over the years going faster (and us getting older!!!) for the last five years, with my panic ever increasing. Each year goes by faster and I feel like I’m still trying to catch up. BUT! My “word” for the next two months, I decided, is rest. Because I need it. I need to put down my phone, I need to snuggle my boys a little longer, read the third, fourth or fifth book…play Lego’s a little more frequently throughout the day.
Because God say’s so.
For thus said the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel,
“In returning and rest you shall be saved; in quietness and in trust shall be your strength.”
I could always use a lot less of me and a whole lot more of Him; and if rest is the way I am going to get it, then here we go.