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!