Frankly, I don’t want to work. That is saying a lot from a guy who loves to work and loves my job. This year has been so exhausting on several levels. I find myself not wanting to do anything that resembles “work”.
I am napping, organizing spice cupboards, alphabetizing my library, and reading past issues of magazines I never had time for. The kids and I are cooking together and playing long drawn-out games of Stratego and Tipsy. I just want to turn my work-brain off.
Perhaps you feel the same way. Christmas feels like the finish line for the year. Once I cross it, I am not sure if I want to sleep, cry, or throw up. Living through 2020 was like running an Ironman competition; the end finally came, but I am not sure who won — the race or me?
I am glad that America seems to kind of take a nap this week. Many businesses are closed. Everyone’s autoresponder is on, and my phone rings a lot less. Even Jimmy Fallon is even off, playing nothing but reruns. I like that, we all need rest, especially after this year.
So if you are able, take a break this week. If nothing else, at least slowdown. I have no idea if 2021 will be easier than 2020; I would not dare assume anything after the surprises of this year. Yet, we know that God sustained us, and He will do it again.
Psalm 116:7, “Return, O my soul, to your rest; for the Lord has dealt bountifully with you.”
As I reflect on this year, I can see the hand of God in your life and mine. He has dealt bountifully with us, hasn’t He? That is worth reflecting on. Sometimes we need a slow week to absorb the way He has given us grace.
We will fly again, mounting on high winds of excitement and productivity. For now, let’s return to our rest, Christ.