Rest

I will give you rest.           
        - the Christ

    It is late. It is only 9:15 in the evening, but the word 'late' does not refer to the time of night. It refers to a feeling. A feeling that comes when another person's thoughts have been in your mind so many weeks that you've forgotten what it was like to reflect. When another's feelings have been tugging you different directions without break for so many days that you forgot how you felt about life. When your eyes have been staring at Internet search results and Word Documents for so many hours that you forgot how soft and pleasant to the eyes it is to watch the sunset. When rest is overdue.
   I do not complain. I simply express a feeling on this Wednesday evening. And find myself grateful for rest. Not just sleep, but a time of quiet reflection and of remembering what it means to be me in this incredible, mysterious, beautiful thing called life that God has graciously bestowed.
   The experience of rest is like none other. Can you imagine what it would be like never to long for sleep before falling asleep? Never to know the feeling of a weight being laid aside and a sweeping relief through the body and mind? Never to know the aching joy of a friend's kind word and listening ear after a day of the world's misunderstanding and endless demands? There is a promise that one day we will not grow weary-- and that will be wonderful. But how wonderful a thing it is, here and now, to experience this temporal existence, and the sweetness of a much needed rest. Rest cannot be so sweet to anyone as it is to the weary. And for this I am grateful.

Tonight, I became adventurous and attempted to be creative with potato preparation for dinner. The result was a classic: Result
And tonight, I think I will sleep better than I have in a week.

Good night world.