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.
The beauty in the sunshine as I run to the next class.
The smile from that cashier who is there everyday.
That song on the radio speaking words of truth.
Faces of children who have nothing, but smile as if they had everything.
Spanish voices, sweaty foreheads, and dusty feet.
In this place of rest I begin to look at my savior. I remember how he tells me I will never be enough, and how thats ok because he is more than I can fathom and I am lavished in his grace.
My eyes shift from my own problems, worries and fears as I am filled with love for the forgotten that surround me. My struggles are real and legitimate, but there is something about being loved and comforted by the God of all that leaves you longing to love someone else.
I don’t always know what that looks like. Sometimes its feeding an orphan, holding a hand or filling an empty belly. And other times its a conversation, a smile, or a cup of coffee.
Whatever it is, I think we find completeness in losing ourselves.