I had big hopes for November 1st. There is something powerful to me about starting afresh at the beginning of a new month or a new year. The last of my wedding season has come to an end and it’s been a long sprint/marathon since I started my new job. Fall has been busy and summer was busy and I was weary and ready for a reset. Ready to slow down, to get back to to working out at Pure Barre, to not putting my rest or health on the bottom of the priority list.
But here we are, November 1st, and I’m sick in bed with the flu, rather than refocusing on physical wellness. It’s ironic, really. Rather than being discouraged about an imperfect start to the month or yet another set back, I’m trying to lay in this bed without giving in to the constant urge to get up and do things around the house since I’m finally home with a few hours to spare. I’m not good at rest. I’m horrible at it really. And I don’t say those words like a badge of honor. It’s something the Lord and I wrestle with on the daily.
So while I’m trying to settle into doing nothing today, I’m going to repeat these words again and again to myself.
Learning how to rest will become your great strength.
This lesson is worth learning, and one of these days, gosh darn it, it’s going to click. Ultimately, I’m grateful the Lord loves me and values my rest enough to force it upon me, even if it comes in the unexpected way of brief sickness. Busy is not a badge of honor. Productivity does not determine my worth. The Lord will be faithful to remind us of these truths. Rest in not weakness; rest was designed to become our great strength.