I sure do.
As I sat down to write this post I ended up on Facebook, Twitter, answering a few emails, cleaning up my room, signing up for a free book club and editing some pictures. I am the last person that should be writing a blog about rest.
But yet I long for those moments of rest, so here I am telling you to rest as I am really just hoping these words I type will reach beyond my fingers and into my heart… into every fiber of my very busy body.
But even now as I sit here in my short time to rest, I fall prey to the distractions all around me.
Ringing from my phone.
Thoughts like arrows from every direction reminding me of things I forgot.
That to-do list calling my name from its deep burrow in my bag.
But if I sit just long enough to shove away the distractions I start to see something different.
A ray of sun seeping in my window.
The words in my heart reminding me of grace.
Walls scattered with pictures of my favorite places in the world.
How often, when we are hurt, do we resort to comparison? Convincing yourself and everyone else that you are better, or crawling under a rock of shame and frustration when you feel like your not.
We resort to comparison because it seems so darn satisfying to look at someone else's life, then compare it back at your own concluding that your life is better. Listening to the lies that say…
I am better