Mindlessly, we often wake up and think about everything that we want to or needs to be accomplished. Rather, I often do, unless it’s been a long night and my bed smells like the sticky floor of a pub after close.
See, it’s quite hard to actually rest these days. We gotta keep up with the Joneses, and we’re hell bent on doing something with every minute of our days. But that’s exactly what should be compelling you to relax. Easy for me to say, but hard for even me to do. I’ve built my life around the concept of rest and relaxation, yet I still get caught up in that desperate breeze that stirs up every rotten leaf I haven’t yet turned.
It’s not an option, however. The sabbath was created for rest, and we’re commanded to do so because God is more aware than anyone of what happens when you don’t let a field lie fallow: it goes stale. You can’t till your earth and sow your seeds over and over and expect the same productivity, much less the same pleasure. Eventually, everything breaks.
Restore your balance, heal, recover, rejuvenate. Give yourself a break and every seventh hour, every seventh day, every seventh month, every seventh year. Just go ahead and lie fallow for a while.
