Why Resist a Rest?

Bench 2On the route I take for my morning walk there are several inviting places to sit and rest. Comfortable benches, picnic tables, big flat rocks…all seem to say, “Stop and rest awhile.” Yet unless I need to tie a shoelace I seldom stop. Why not? I am there for the exercise, it’s true, but won’t I still take the same number of steps if I take just a minute or two to sit quietly and absorb the beautiful mountain views? Why do I tend to resist a rest?

Rest is critical to our well-being and ability to function in this world. Bench 1And it’s vitally important for those who are grieving. A close friend of mine recently lost her father. She has gone on a relaxing trip with her husband simply to rest. To read if she can. To gaze at a river flowing on its course. Just to rest. Such rest is necessary if we are to allow the Holy Spirit to sift through the memories we have of a departed loved one and separate the painful ones from the joyful ones, the ones that will bring us comfort in the days to come. To grieve well, we must rest well.

In fact, in Matthew 6:28 Jesus suggests we can put much of life into perspective if we will simply “consider the lilies of the field.” This time of year the lilies in the fields of Colorado are the wild Black-eyed Susans. Black-eyed SusansJesus didn’t say, “stop and consider the lilies if you need to tie your shoe.” He said intentionally noticing and appreciating them will reduce my worries and remind me that my real treasure is stored up in heaven. I can’t really understand that message unless I rest in it.

I find fall invigorating. Maybe it’s because my biological clock is still set to the beginning of the school year—and because I still love sharp pencils, clean notebooks, and new shoes! Yet it’s a busy time for so many moms, dads, and kids. I sense the buzzing all around me wherever I go, and I just want to say, “Take a deep breath, and make time to rest.”

Our elders can also find rest elusive, for any number of reasons. Some of them just feel “bone tired” as my mother would say. They are worn out by life in general, and by how difficult it can be to do the things they used to do so easily. In my senior devotional The Hope of Glory, I encourage these seniors to ask the Lord to give them the rest they need. He promises He will in Matthew 11:28 when He says, “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”

On my next walk, I’m going to take time to sit a spell. I will consider the lilies. I will not resist a rest. What about you?


  1. resting today actually!!!

  2. Charlie Fusco says:

    Thanks for this Nancy. A message I need to heed.

  3. Elizabeth Van LIere says:

    Somehow, I didn’t need to read your message because the older I get the easier it is to stop for a rest. There’s usually a book calling me beside my chair so that makes it even more tempting.
    Right now I’m in the middle of Take My Hand Again. Oh, I know it’s for my kids, but I wanted to read it first so I can clue them in to parts they should know. I am happy to report lots of what you have written I have taken care of. Another great book! I’m sure it’ll be helpful to the caregivers. Thanks, Nancy.

  4. Thanks Nancy. I really appreciated your thoughts on resting-especially when he said to remind me that my real treasure is in heaven. And that I can’t really understand the message unless I rest in it. I miss my husband all the time
    and am so lonely–but a pause to rest is good.

  5. Good thoughts, Nancy. And I love the play on words of your theme.

  6. Ha! I knew someone would catch it–and should have guessed it would be you! Thanks, Bob.

  7. Good advice!! Stop, Look, (and Listen).

  8. Good reminder, Nancy. So often we get caught up in beating our times or going farther faster, that we miss the wonder of what is around us. Tomorrow when I take my walk I’ll play the game I played with our granddaughter. When Grace was three and her brother was in the stroller, we took along a little child-size purse. When she stopped to take in something amazing–twigs and rocks and leaves were a very big deal–we all studied it and oohed and aahed, and if she wanted to “keep it forever”–or at least long enough to show her mom and dad, we put it in the purse to carry it home. Her youthful energy and amazement made us take notice of the wonder of things around us.

    • What a sweet memory, Marylin. I’m going to take more “Grace” walks, too! I’m sure I have a small purse somewhere!

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