Have you ever shared your heart with a friend and had her tell you, “You’re wrong.”
I hope so.
I know our expectation when we share our hearts with another is that they will listen with sympathetic understanding and agree with all we say. But occasionally we need someone to correct our faulty thinking. Continue reading
…is sometimes, believe it or not, rest.
Yes, it’s that simple. Rest works wonders.
Sometimes when we are edgy and depleted, when we feel that we have no more to give, all we need is rest. Perhaps we need the rest of sleep. Perhaps we need the rest of a mental diversion.
I’m beginning to see that to not rest is a form of pride. Fatigue—mental or physical—makes us edgy and overwhelmed. It reveals a mindset that thinks the world depends on us, that if we step out of the current, everything will stop.
Proper rest, however, is a form of humility. It is a way of acknowledging our finite limits and our need of God’s cycles of renewal.
How do I know? Let’s just say I recently took a day of needed rest. And it proved both points!
Tonight I tackled the project I’ve been putting off for weeks: “file all papers in box.”
It’s not that I don’t know how to file. I’ve known how to do it since my mother taught me alphabetical sorting when I was six.
It’s not that I haven’t had time to file. I’ve made time for other things.
It’s just that my file box was already full, and I knew I had to sort through it and toss papers. I didn’t want to make that many decisions, so I put it off.
But tonight, with a determined mind and focused purpose, I pulled out my file box and set the tottering “to file” pile next to it. Be ruthless, I told myself. There’s no use keeping junk. Continue reading