I woke up feeling rested, too rested, especially for a late night spent circling the house from my room to my daughter’s room to the rocking chair and back. I grabbed my phone and confirmed my suspicions. We had overslept. I maneuvered my legs out of the warmth of the blankets twisted about me and plopped down onto the cold, wooden floor. My husband was missing from his usual spot on the bed, having been replaced by one sweet little boy. I tip toed through the house to my boys’ room and found my husband lying there awake with my oldest boy draped across him half asleep and reluctant to move. My husband could have easily awakened our son earlier and hurried him along to get ready for the school day, but he decided to let him rest instead. He knew how busy our weekend had been and how little sleep we all had gotten. Sure, he could have told my son to suck it up and get moving, but he didn’t because he knew sleep was what was best for him.
Sometimes, what we need more than anything is rest. Honestly, there are days I don’t think my “plate” can handle much more, but I find myself saying yes to just one more thing. All sorts of reasons come to mind. This is what a “good” preacher’s wife would do. If I want to be a “good” friend, I need to say yes. I can’t possibly deprive my children of that activity. We need clean underwear . . . so maybe that’s one thought I shouldn’t ignore. But with all the pressure I keep heaping upon myself and the false responsibility I keep taking on, I find my body and my mind headed on a downward spiral. I am such a good little “Martha” protégé (see Luke 10:38-42), quick to run myself into a frenzy of muddled to do lists and self-imposed obligations. Sometimes I wonder what exactly God must be thinking of my foolish antics. I may not know His thoughts, but I most definitely know His words.
Psalm 127:2 It is vain that you rise up early and go late to rest, eating the bread of anxious toil; for he gives to his beloved sleep.
Luke 10:41-42 But the Lord answered her, “Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the good portion, which will not be taken away from her.
There He is by my side whispering, “Rest, my daughter, rest. For once, just be still. Stop listening to everyone else, put your phone down, and turn off all distractions. Be here. Be with Me a while. Lay your weary head on Me. I am what you need. I am your rest.”
If only I would listen! If only I would embrace Him as my son embraced his daddy in the solace of his bed. I am tired of doing it all and tired of saying yes. I’m tired of the self-appointed guilt. I’m plain ole sick and tired of being tired! So today I’m doing something different. I’m saying no to well-meaning yeses and yes to rest. Yes to a few more moments spent with my heavenly Father. Because the truth is, my Father always knows best.
P.S. If you need me, I’ll be hiding under the covers.