Rest is not always stopping and ceasing for an extended period of time.
My rest is in You, Lord.
Rest is not a lie-in until noon.
My rest is in You, Lord.
Rest is not a week’s holiday on the beach.
My rest is in You, Lord.
Rest is not an undisturbed night’s sleep.
My rest is in You, Lord.
Rest is taking a moment to remember.
To look.
To appreciate.
To ponder.
To take in the changing colour of my children’s hair, bright at the end of Summer.
To take in the swishing, swirling sounds of the shell my six-year-old thrusts at my ear.
To absorb the 30 second hugs from my husband before he heads off to a day of activity
To breathe and speak life and calm out loud when things get crazy.
Rest is an absorbing of moments in amongst the activity.
And forcing myself to remember that
My rest is in You, Lord.
