I have been sick for about a week, which is about a week too long for my liking.  Sore throat, coughing, congestion, fatigue…the works.  I missed work and lost my voice and spent a lot of time napping.  The advice of others was to rest a lot.  Sleep a lot.  Take it easy.  I know that’s what my body needs to heal, but I find myself struggling to rest.  Thirty minutes on the couch, and I start thinking of the things I could be doing.  Laundry, cleaning the bathroom, sorting through the bottom of the closet.  Not very restful things.

It’s odd to consider that I have a hard time being at rest.  Being still.  Not sure what to do about that or what the implications of that are.  I know my parents raised me to value a work ethic, to value a “hard worker”.  I don’t have to worry so much about “Go to the ant, sluggard…”(Proverbs 6:6-8) as much as need to figure out “be still and know that I am God” (Psalm 46:10).

Anyway, sickness teaches me about rest in that my body forces me to consider an option other than 100 mph, 24/7.  I’m not so sure I’m a good student…