The beginning of next week is a retreat time for Jill and I. We’ll head to another land (province). There we will meet friends, old and new. We’ll listen to good speakers and music, sit by a fire (provided our room has a fire place), and rest.
I’ve been hard at work trying to figure out this thing called rest. To sabbath is tough for me. The people around me know it. I know it. I’m an active person – finding refreshing in doing something and not nothing. To rest is hard.
I’ve experienced rest in the past.
I’ve taken time off.
I know the benefits.
So, I’ll work at being sure I rest.
Such is the paradox of life!