My dearest rest,
You are to me as reservoir to root,
Restoration-resuscitation.
In my youth,
You coaxed,
I fled,
Even when you padded my bed.
Then you made life first-chair,
Benched me.
Cheddar ages with repose.
Then tastes better,
Everybody knows.
You are an acquired taste.
You know I couldn’t live without you.
Yours truly,
-Me.
(Photo by David Clode on Unsplash)
I wrote this poem during one of my son’s cancer treatments; this may be difficult to comprehend, but cancer, in all its horror, forced me to rest. I had to drop everything non-essential, stop planning out my future, and only pour into what was right in front of me.
Friend, when everyone is busy sharing New Years resolutions, plans, and dreams, I want to remind you that rest trumps accomplishment.
Rest lets you know you aren’t in charge. It invites you to be mindful and to live in your body. It reminds you that there’s more to this story of life… that Divine Love exists. If you are feeling like life is just too heavy, or as though you’re on a treadmill you can’t get off of, that is your body waving a red flag— exhaustion is setting in.
Maybe all you can afford to do right now is take a nap or just not do the dishes tonight. Or perhaps you can go a step further and take a sick day, go for a drive, even ask someone you trust for help.
I am resting this week— and for that reason this will be a mega-short newsletter. Resting always reminds me that I am both important and non-essential.
(Photo cred: one my kiddos)
Do yourself a favor, hon, and engage in a little restoration-resuscitation; let the arms of Divine Love cradle you while She coos cheesy love songs in your ear. You are so very loved, dear one, just as you are.