God wants to give me Sabbath rest, and yet I fight it.
I always find something to do -- I always put something else above eternity.
I always cave in, putting my to-do list above all else.
Except recently, God hasn't let me.
Somehow, He has broken through -- keeping me mindful of the ever-important in the midst of the immediate.
Walking through my house, I notice the dust bunnies collecting under the chairs. My gut instinct is to run for the broom and start sweeping.
But then, a rebuke: My Sabbath is for rest, not for productivity.
I think of the grad school homework I could be doing, of the blog posts I could be writing, of the newsletters I could be composing.
But then, a whisper: My Sabbath is for being still, not for keeping busy.
I wonder if maybe I should turn on a TV show, or a favorite movie. Maybe I'll read some blogs and catch up on my commenting.
But then, some truth: My Sabbath is for drawing near to Me, not for entertainment.
And without knowing how or when or why, even after an eleven-hour night of sleep, I find myself napping through the afternoon, and waking up to a slower pace. I drink in the twilight as I sit in silence, thinking of my Savior -- allowing gratitude to fill inside me --
and I listen.
And sometimes I don't know what I'm listening for, but I know this is an important step.
I know this is what He wants right now.
So I listen until I am drawn into His Word.
And I delight in His Sabbath.