(Transcript from my talk at a gathering of amazing moms on November 16, 2017)
“Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me – watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.” – Matthew 11:28-30, MSG
In a room full of this many moms, it’s safe to say a lot of us, if not all of us, are tired. Worn out. Burned out. If you came here today feeling this way, like you’re running on empty, then I’m especially excited to speak with you. I’m going to tell you about my journey to find real, soul-level rest – “rhythms of grace” in the middle of the knee-deep crazy of motherhood.
I’m going to tell you about Sabbath – regular time set aside for rest and worship.
Now I know that word – Sabbath – can sound outdated and kind of scary even. At least, that’s how it used to sound for me. So right off the bat, I want to tell you I’m not going to be slamming you with a bunch of rules today. I hope you walk away with some helpful ideas for how to experience God’s gift of rest on a deeper level, but these ideas are in no way meant to be strict rules to follow in order to “do Sabbath right”. This is not about giving you a bunch of spiritual hoops to jump through. This is about stepping away from expectations, our own and those others place on us. This is about breaking the chains that are holding us back from living the abundant life we already have in Jesus.
I also want to confess that I’m not sharing with you today because I’m really good at this whole Sabbath thing. In fact, by nature, I’m really bad at it. So very bad at it. But God, in his mercy, has called me (and all of us, really) to a different way of living. Through studying what the Bible has to say about Sabbath, I’ve learned that we are not called to be constantly overwhelmed, stressed out, and exhausted. My journey to discover this different way of living has been an imperfect one, but it has also been a beautiful and transformative one, and I just can’t wait to share it with you.
If you’re here today and you’re not in a relationship with Jesus, stay with me, because I’m confident you will still glean some good takeaways from this time. Takeaways that will hopefully strengthen you in your role as a mother. Because we all could use deeper, soul-level rest; reminding us that we are human beings, not human doings.
Heavenly Father, thank you for creating everything, including rest. You made us and you know how much our bodies, minds, and souls need rest. And yet, we run from resting in you. We search for rest and rejuvenation in places where there is none to be found. Forgive us for turning to empty sources of fulfillment. May our weary and burdened hearts learn to seek your presence and find real rest. I pray this in the name of Jesus. Amen.
Okay. So. The first job I had out of college, I worked as a recruiter for a foster care agency. My job was to find potential foster parents, vet them, and then take them through the licensing process. The job sort of forced you to get up in people’s business, so I got to know some of these people pretty well.
I worked with this one particular woman for a while, and as I took her through the process to become a foster parent, she decided if I was going to get all up in her business, it was only fair that she’d get all up in my business, too. So she was always calling me out and challenging me on all sorts of stuff. And she had this go-to phrase that she said over and over again. Whenever I asked how she was doing, she’d respond with, “I’m too blessed to be stressed.”
So one day, I go to her house and ask how she’s doing. And she says, as expected, “I’m too blessed to be stressed.” But then she says something unexpected. Then she goes… “Are you?”
And I say, “Am I what?”
And she goes, “Are you too blessed to be stressed?”
I could already see where this was going.
I was partly joking, partly serious when I said, “I think I might be doing it backwards. Is it possible to be too stressed to be blessed?”
Well… we had a conversation. Because as you may have guessed, she indeed thought I was too stressed to be blessed. Our conversation didn’t really change anything, but I mention it because it helps to set the scene for who I was before stepping into the regular rhythm of Sabbath. Apparently, I was someone who gave off a “too stressed to be blessed” vibe.
Fast forward to a few years later, I didn’t have any kids yet, and I’d met one of my girlfriends from my minichurch for a walk. So we’re out walking, and she goes, “I tried to call you Sunday, but your phone went straight to voicemail.”
She assumed I had turned my phone off in observance of the Sabbath, and she went on to explain how she thought it was amazing that I was so disciplined to set boundaries for quiet space with the Lord.
The thing was, though, that my phone wasn’t off in observance of the Sabbath. Quite the opposite, actually. My phone was off because it had died while I was running around like a madwoman that particular Sunday. At this point in my life I was in a much more demanding marketing and public relations job, and I had a ton of stuff to tackle before the work week started. And when my phone died, I was so frantic and stressed that I didn’t even have a minute to spare to charge it. (If you’re wondering how I survived, this was back in the flip phone days.)
So I sheepishly admitted this to my friend. Honestly, at the time, even hearing the word Sabbath felt really strange to me. It was a word I didn’t really understand. Here’s what I did know, or what I thought I knew: Sabbath was for like, the SUPER Holy people. The people who have their stuff together. The people who come early to church with their Bibles in the quilted carrying pouches. Those kinds of people. Surely this whole Sabbath thing wasn’t for a stress-mess like me. I figured someday, maybe, I’d arrive at this place where I finally was together enough to incorporate Sabbath into my life. Someday. Maybe.
Fast forward a little more, to a time when I was a mother, and my husband and I welcomed baby number two. Things got crazy during this time. My daughter was two and a half when my son was born. Just having a toddler and a newborn at the same time… I don’t even need to explain. You girls know. Things were more complicated than usual though, because in the first few months of my son’s life, we moved not once, but twice. And for two months we lived among boxes with our two small children at my in-laws’ house. Meanwhile, my mom got diagnosed with cancer and passed away from it. It was a very, very hard time. And everything felt completely upside down and chaotic, as it would on even a good day with very small kids. But so much more so with all of this major life change and grief to deal with.
My soul was not rested. I was completely burdened. I wasn’t living freely and lightly at all. I had no time for rhythms of grace, whatever those were. You see, I have an incredibly task-oriented personality. And part of the way I coped during this season – once I landed in a new house with two babies, more boxes than I could count, and no mom – was by increasing my productivity. By keeping my mind and my body too busy to actually process the life that was happening around me.
I’m one of those people who makes to-do lists simply because I love marking things off the list. It gets really ugly sometimes. If left unchecked, my tendency toward productivity majorly gets in the way of my ability and willingness to love and invest in the people in my life.
I could give you lots of examples, but my time is limited. The point is, I kicked my already task-oriented personality into even higher gear after this major upheaval in my life.
But there was an exception: Christmastime. I mean, not actually Christmastime. Christmastime was as chaotic as ever. But after Christmas. December 26th through January 1st. I still don’t quite know how it happened, but in 2015 we had the most glorious week of rest in our home that week. We were all together, with no real commitments. And there was this found time to reflect, real, significant time to restore. It was truly beautiful. I thought it was a fluke. A welcome fluke, but a fluke nonetheless. I didn’t realize it then, but a seed was planted in my heart that week.
One year later, the seed was watered. We had the same kind of week after Christmas. A glorious, restful, restorative week. This time, I didn’t think it was a fluke. This time, I knew it was a gift. A welcome, wonderful gift.
I was savoring the last bits of this gift, late in the evening on New Year’s Day. So this was January 1st of this year. It was a Sunday – I’ll never forget that detail. Everyone in my house had fallen asleep. It’s so rare for me to have time alone like that. I sat there enjoying the Christmas tree and the fire in a quiet room. I remember praying silently, thanking God for this wonderful, peaceful week. I was sad, because I knew it would be another year before I had this kind of peace again. The next morning it would be back to the grind. But that night, I wanted to soak up every last drop of this amazing, unusual time.
So in these last few precious moments of peace and quiet, I did something which at the time seemed pretty inconsequential, but would actually end up changing my life. What I did was reach for this book.
This is a compilation of stories people have contributed, sharing their memories growing up in West Virginia. This is where all my relatives come from, and my cousin wrote a story about my grandmother in this book. My dad had the book and thought I might want to read the story about my grandmother, so he brought it to me over the holidays.
Here’s what I read about my grandmother: “Once, it was a Sunday night, and so hot we could not sleep. Grandma had a rule of not working on Sunday, so she waited until after midnight that hot night, and then we started doing laundry. Technically it wasn’t Sunday anymore, and the laundry needed to be done…”
I read this part of the story over and over again.
This story – this anecdote about my grandmother waiting until midnight to do laundry because she refused to work on Sunday – it totally rocked the foundation of who I thought I was. Because I never knew this about her. We lived far away, and I was a child when she passed. So of course there were some things I didn’t pick up on. I knew my grandmother to be an incredibly hard-working lady; a lady who could often be found – no exaggeration – outside with an axe, splitting wood, when she was well into her eighties. I knew she was tough and I knew she was fierce. But I didn’t know she was so serious keeping the Sabbath. I didn’t know that my grandmother was just as fierce in her dedication to the Lord as she was in swinging an axe over her shoulder.
Perhaps “this is just who I am” was no longer an adequate excuse for the exhausted and stressed-out way I was living. Perhaps my legacy was to be something altogether different.
Have you ever had a moment when something just clicks? A moment when you can sense God orchestrating details in your life?
This was one of those moments. It didn’t seem like an accident or a coincidence, that I was sitting by myself on the first day of the New Year (which happened to be a Sunday) wishing I didn’t have to let go of this restful time and reading these specific words about my grandmother not working on Sundays. It didn’t seem like a coincidence at all. It seemed like a divine appointment.
I was paying attention in this moment. More so than I usually do. And I realized something:
I realized I didn’t have to wait until next year. I could experience this same level of rest and peace next week. Literally. Next Sunday.
In fact, that’s what God would want for me. It’s what he’d asked me to do. Commanded me, even.
“Observe the Sabbath day, to keep it holy, as the Lord your God commanded you. Six days you shall labor and do all your work, but the seventh day is a Sabbath to the LORD your God…” – Deuteronomy 5:6, ESV.
I’ll be real for a second. Up until this point, I always viewed this as “the old fashioned commandment”. Like, don’t kill, don’t steal, don’t commit adultery – all those still seemed to be relevant. But this one… I always secretly thought of it as the outdated commandment that I could brush aside. I wasn’t hurting anyone by disregarding this one… at least I didn’t think I was.
Ordinarily, I would have continued to brush the idea of Sabbath aside as an obsolete, if not impossible notion.
But in the quiet of the room, in this beautiful, peaceful moment – I had a new understanding that this was important – so important – for me to finally get hold of.
I knew it was the beginning of a different kind of journey. It was the first day of a New Year, and God had already given me a gracious head start in having rest on the first Sunday of 2017. So I asked myself this question:
Would I commit to doing life this way every Sunday of 2017? Would I dare to commit to a whole year of Sabbath keeping?
I want to pause and emphasize that this was not a New Year’s Resolution. This was something much bigger than that. But our God is a God of making all things new, and I do love the way this new journey started on the first day of a New Year.
I was one hundred percent sure this was what God commanded of me through his word. And for the first time, I wanted to obey it. I knew it would be good, because “all his precepts are trustworthy” (Psalms 111:7).
But I’ll be honest, this was a really tough moment for me. And I’m going to tell you why in a moment. But we’re going to transition. Up until now, I’ve given you this chronological story of how I got on this Sabbath journey, but from here I’m going to share my journey within the framework of three practical takeaways you can use if you want to take a step of faith and incorporate Sabbath in your life. Again, these aren’t going to be rules. But if you’re approaching this for the first time, you probably most want to know, “Where do I even start?” I’m hoping these takeaways will give you a jumping-off point, and a grace-filled landing place, too.
Okay, so here’s takeaway number one.
1. If you want to embrace Sabbath rest, first examine your heart.
This is so important, because this is the way you will figure out who – or what – you’re really worshipping. Most people associate Sabbath with rest. And yes, it is about rest. But it’s very much about worship, too. It really begins there, because if something has taken up too much authority in your life, you’ll find it very difficult to put this thing aside and experience real rest.
For me, as we’ve talked about, I’m very task-oriented. I like having the house clean. I like being caught up on my to-do list. The Bible is very clear that we should have no other gods (or idols) in our life, and when I got real with myself, I knew that I valued productivity so much, I’d made a god out of it.
I had made an idol out of being “done”. And I went to great lengths to chase this false “god of doneness”. I fooled myself into thinking that once I was finally done, sitting in my perfectly clean home, all caught up on my work and my to-do’s, then I could feel rested. Then I would be restored. Then I would have peace.
Early on in my Sabbath journey, I had to come to grips with the truth: The false “god of done” is an ugly liar. There is no done. Guys, I had to come to grips with the fact that I will probably die with things still on my to-do list and possibly even dishes in the sink. There. Is. No. Done. There is only, as the Bible says, “a time for everything” (Ecclesiastes 3:1). There’s a time to do, and a time to stop.
For me, the first step in even mustering up the courage to make room for Sabbath was deciding that I would no longer serve this false “god of done.” Once a week, I would put aside my need to feel like I was staying on top of everything and getting ahead. In that first moment, on New Year’s Day by the fire, I had the desire to do it. But it went so against my nature that I wasn’t sure I could change.
The funny thing about false gods – things we’ve let become too important in our lives – is they carry with them this illusion they can somehow fulfill us. The truth is, they don’t have anything to offer at all. Logically, I knew that my life would be more impactful and meaningful if I could find a way to stop relentlessly chasing after “doneness”. And yet, the thought of loosening my grip, even for just one day a week, made me very anxious.
If you’re wired like this, you can probably relate to feeling like the world might crumble if you stop. If this isn’t you, I wonder if you might take some time to reflect on whether there’s anything similar taking up too much space in your heart and your life. Is there anything you’d be anxious about giving up? Even for a small period of time?
Maybe you’ve put too much faith in spending money or accumulating material things. Or maybe it’s an attitude – constantly comparing yourself, scrolling social media feeds to see how you measure up to others.
Maybe it’s technology, like your phone. Maybe it’s something that seems restful, like your Netflix account, but only allows you to turn off your mind and go numb, rather than restoring your soul the way God intended Sabbath to do. We often associate “vegging out” with resting, but numbing out and resting are actually very different things. Jennie Allen writes, “Most of the ways we try and rest actually make our insides more chaotic. Surfing Facebook can end with us angry over someone’s post or comparing our lives to our friends’. Binge watching a show can suck us into fictional stress and distract us from connecting with our real-life people… When Jesus promises rest, he is almost always talking about soul rest… nothing but Jesus can issue rest for our chaotic insides.”
There are all kinds of false gods out there, vying for our attention with empty promises that they’ll fill us up.
So many people, upon hearing about my journey to incorporate Sabbath into my life, have said the same thing: “I really want to do this. But I don’t know how. What are the rules?”
Please hear this. The Sabbath is not about us measuring up to a bunch of legalistic rules. Rather, it’s about meeting up and filling up with the One and Only source of life and rest. I would be lying if I said it doesn’t take discipline and obedience – because it does. But if we approach Sabbath from a place of striving for it based on this list of rules we’ve created, we’ll miss the mark entirely.
If you take an honest look at your heart you’ll know where to set the boundaries so your soul can rest – whether that means taking a rest from social media, turning off your phone, refraining from spending money one day a week, or letting a home project go and choosing to do something restful instead. Perhaps all of the above.
It’s hard to find the courage to let go of whatever false gods we’ve been serving. But there is a very real freedom to be found in resting from these things and trusting God with our time.
I have a heartbreaking, but sweet story to tell you before we move on to our next takeaway. When I first made the decision to incorporate Sabbath, I knew I needed some accountability. But I was afraid of too much accountability. So I went to my husband and told him I planned to try a Sabbath day the next week. I didn’t even have the guts to tell him that I was feeling called to try it out for a year. Because what if I wasn’t strong enough to change?
So I told him about the one day, and he was so excited even just to hear I wanted to do this once. Because he knows me well, and he knew how I had over-prioritized my desire for productivity. So the first week came, and it was so very glorious that I knew I was never going back. Not ever. I was a forever-Sabbath girl after just one week. Please don’t hear me saying the time spent in rest was perfect, but it was good.
After the first couple weeks, I don’t even think it was a full month yet, I was in the BJs parking lot, loading kids and groceries into the car. And my daughter said, “Mommy, is tomorrow Sunday?”
I told her it wasn’t, and her face fell. She said, “Oh. I just really want it to be Sunday. Because that’s the day we snuggle a lot. It’s my favorite day.”
My daughter, who was four at the time, picked up on the fact that Sundays looked different all on her own. We hadn’t told her yet. She just picked up on it. It was shocking to see how much and how quickly she caught on to this change in the rhythm of our lives. It was heartbreaking because I knew we’d all missed out on this rhythm – this beautiful gift from God – for far too long.
I mention this because when we allow something to take too much priority in our life, it doesn’t only affect our relationship with God. It affects all of our relationships.
But rest brings restoration. I’m learning that.
Okay. Takeaway number two.
2. If you want to embrace Sabbath rest, plan for it. (And be prepared to fight for it.)
When was the last time you discovered you had a whole day with nothing to do? I might as well ask, when was the last time you saw a unicorn doing cartwheels in your backyard?
We’re moms. There isn’t going to be this magical moment when everything falls into place and we can kick up our feet. We are wading through a flood of crazy every single day.
So, if you’re going to incorporate Sabbath, realistically you’re probably going to have to do some planning to contain the crazy and create this margin space. How much or how little detail you put into planning will depend on your personality, and that’s totally okay. You can make a spreadsheet, or you can make a mental note. But we have to be intentional with our time at some level in order to create margin in our lives.
Here are some things to consider:
When will your Sabbath be?
Find something that works for your family. It doesn’t have to be Sunday. It doesn’t even have to be a whole day (but I do think there’s something to that, if at all possible). Don’t be afraid to start small, with even a few hours at first. You can build from there.
How can you plan your week to make margin?
Planning ahead creates the space for peace. My Sabbath is Saturday evening to Sunday evening. I found it extremely helpful to make a schedule and plan out how I would spend my time Monday-Saturday so I could get to Saturday evening and stop without feeling stress or guilt or fear of what might be lurking in the pile of laundry. I planned out when I would grocery shop, when I would do certain chores, and when I would get my work done. It took some shuffling around at first, but eventually I got into a rhythm that worked. For the most part now, I’m generally able to stop with peace of mind when Saturday evening rolls around. And when it feels like I can’t stop, that’s when trust and obedience comes into play. When this happens, I have to ask myself, do I trust and obey God enough to put down my own agenda? Here’s something cool about this – As a result of making this space for Sabbath margin in my life and planning ahead for it each week, I’ve found myself living from Sabbath to Sabbath. I’ve found myself planning my time with Jesus at the center, instead of planning my time with ME at the center. And that has made all the difference, because it turns out life is very exhausting when everything revolves around me.
Is there something you need to say “no” to?
The world tells us that we need to find balance. And in order to find balance, we have to spread ourselves out neatly across all of these little categories, and strive to keep it all together in all these categories. And then, the world tells us we should look around at how everyone else is doing it and make sure we’re doing it right. Then readjust, repeat. Readjust, repeat… always striving for balance but never quite achieving it. The Bible tells us something totally different. I love the way The Message version puts it, in Galatians 6:4-5: “Make a careful exploration of who you are and the work you have been given, and then sink yourself into that. Don’t be impressed with yourself. Don’t compare yourself with others. Each of you must take responsibility for doing the creative best you can with your own life.”
Here’s the truth. It is utterly exhausting and draining to look around this room in order to become more like each other. But it is invigorating and life-giving when we look to Jesus in order to become more like him. God made you with specific gifts and passions and life experiences that are completely unique, and you were made that way for a purpose. You were not made to be like the woman who is sitting to your left or your right, even if that woman happens to be totally awesome.
In making a careful exploration of who you are and the work you have been given, you may find that you have to say “no” to some things. You may find you can’t volunteer for every little opportunity that comes up, even though it seems like another woman is always able to do so. You may find that your family’s list of extracurricular activities needs to be scaled back, even though your neighbors are at a different activity every night of the week. It is okay to say no. It is okay to do things differently than someone else does. It is okay to live with some margin. It really is.
I came across this podcast, and I heard Dr. Robert Lewis explain his definition of biblical womanhood. I’m paraphrasing a bit, but here’s the basic idea of what he said: A real biblical woman is one who embraces her core callings. Out of those core callings, she chooses wisely, because she’s always keeping those in mind. There will be times when she’s confronted with situations that challenge her core callings, and then she’s going to have to live courageously. In living courageously, she’s expecting, by faith, that ultimately she is going to live a life that’s rewarded by God.
I love this definition because it acknowledges that it takes courage to say no. And that’s hard. As a result of being on a Sabbath journey, I’ve had to find the courage to say no a few times this year. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve said a lot of yesses, too. But some no’s along the way. It’s been tough for me to say no. And yet, it has been easier for me to discern what I need to say no to as a result of being more intentional with my time.
That is one of the things that has totally blown my mind in doing Sabbath. It has made me much more intentional with my time. I assumed stopping to rest would result in being way behind on everything else in life. But it has actually had the complete opposite effect. The Bible tells us to “walk carefully and make the best possible use of our time” (Ephesians 5:15), and it has truly surprised me to see how directly Sabbath rest is tied to making better use of the other days of the week.
It hasn’t been easy, though. It’s been really hard for me to trust God with my time. It’s been hard for me to let go of my agenda and just… rest. It’s been hard for me to say, “I’ll loosen my grip and give this time to you, God.” But it’s been insanely rewarding. I’ve learned that God is much bigger and much more personal than I imagined. I’ve learned that life isn’t nearly as crammed as I thought it was. I’ve learned that there’s more opportunity than I thought to take big risks for the Kingdom. I have more precious memories of actually being with my husband and my kids and simply enjoying their company. I’m more creative somehow – I can tangibly see a difference in my ability to be creative and spontaneous as a result of regular rest. And I think – I don’t know for sure but I think – that for the most part I’ve stopped giving off a “too stressed to be blessed” vibe. I hope my friend who called me out on that all those years ago would agree.
That’s something I’ve grieved a lot – the fact that for the vast majority of my life as a follower of Jesus, I’ve given off the “too stressed to be blessed” vibe. Stress and striving don’t communicate hope to a weary world. If we’re following Jesus, we can rest in who he is and what he’s done for us. We can say no to the cultural pressure to push, push, push. We can – and should – look different.
3. If you want to embrace Sabbath rest, give yourself grace. And then give yourself more grace. And then wrap yourself up in a warm, cozy grace-blanket.
At this point in my year of Sabbath journey, I’ve had about forty-five Sabbath days of rest. Not one – not one – of these days has been perfect. Because let’s be real. I still have to feed the kids, wrestle them into their clothes, and haul them to church. I mean, that alone can be a whole lot of work.
We are moms, and even the most intentional rest won’t be totally quiet and serene all the time. And that’s okay. One of the important things I want to emphasize is that Sabbath rest has a whole lot to do with resting from our expectations of how this restful time should look. It won’t be perfect, ever.
I read some words one mom of young kids wrote about realistic Sabbath, and I want to share this with you, because I’ve found these words to be true over this past year. This is from Shelly Minter’s book, Rhythms of Rest. This mom writes:
“In the context of practicing Sabbath as a mom of little ones, I found that making some clear distinctions between Sunday and the rest of the week was extremely helpful. No, I can’t lie on the couch and read books or spend hours in prayer or devotion as I’d like to, because kiddos still need my near-constant help and attention. But I found that even in the midst of mothering I could establish some workable parameters that would help the Sabbath feel set apart…
Initially, this mom decided there were certain things she would not do on the Sabbath – dishes, laundry, extensive cooking, opening the computer, engaging in social media, or emailing from her phone. Then she decided there were things she would do on the Sabbath – nap, read a book while her kids slept, spend intentional time with family by playing a board game or LEGOs, and watching movies together. These aren’t specific rules that create a legalistic Sabbath practice, but rather boundaries that allow greater flexibility in rhythms of rest. She writes:
The beginning weeks and months often felt cumbersome and awkward. But over time I found something remarkable: I looked forward to Sundays with increasing excitement! I got better at planning my week in the areas I needed to be freed up on Sunday to rest. There really was time to get it all done in the other six days. And what had to fall by the wayside probably wasn’t that important to begin with. More than a sacrifice, Sabbath-keeping started to feel like a gift…
The one thing I want moms of little ones to know is my Sabbath doesn’t always feel super spiritual. Yet I know for certain that resting is a spiritual act of worship, and God is using it to transform my heart. Practicing Sabbath has been huge in minimizing that feeling that so many young moms like me have of just going, going, going, without a break.”
It’s still real life, but we can find rest in it.
I want to share so much more with you. I could probably talk about this every meeting for a whole semester and still not be done. No joke. But we need to wrap up.
I know if you’re not in a regular rhythm of rest, it can feel totally impossible to ever find one. I want to take a quick moment to address anyone who has been listening this morning and thinking, “That whole Sabbath thing works for her, but I could never do it because I have more kids, more responsibility, etc.” If you’re thinking this way, I just want to encourage you that you can find rest. The Bible does not prescribe Sabbath rest only for those who have time. It’s for all of us, and the busiest among us are the ones who need rest the most.
Remember, you don’t have to do this on Sundays. And you can start small, even for a few hours. I know it can be hard and maybe even scary to stop, but I promise you that your life will never be the same if you take a courageous step of faith and make regular time to rest and fill up with the One and Only source of life.
Thank you so much for letting me share my heart with you today. May we all find rest in this season of life when we need it the most.
Do you ever feel like there isn’t enough time to get everything done, or that you’re constantly striving to catch up?
What thing (or things) have taken up too much importance in your life? (work, household chores, your phone, t.v., social media, negative thought patterns, etc.)
Rest can feel risky. What would you have to risk in order to stop and rest? How would this require you to trust God more?
Do you want to try and incorporate Sabbath into your life? If so, tell someone! Get accountable with someone from your table. Don’t be afraid to start small.