There is enough craziness going on that could drive us insane; and there is enough brokenness in this world that could dip us into deep depression – I believe that we all could use a safe place to lick our wounds and heal, to chill and collect our thoughts, or to just unwind and be ourselves. Nobody runs on steroids 24/7 without paying the price at some point. We need room to breathe. Actually, this is where weekends come in. A 7-day-week with one day set aside to step out of the box of busyness is a great concept, isn’t it?
Like any great concept, we might agree to it in theory, but in all reality it is tempting to be always busy. Life is demanding. It is up to us to periodically step away from life’s cracking whip and draw the line in the sand. We have to make a concerted effort. A hotel room has to be booked in advance. Similarly, our day off has to be scheduled sometimes.
Personally, I enjoy the rush of productivity; however, when the curtains fall and productivity is out of the picture we are called to rest. In the world of music a rest is a musical notation sign that indicates the absence of sound. Rest has become a lost art. We create sounds and distractions all the time, although it is in the quietness of our hearts that we are able to discern the still small voice of the Holy Spirit. We need to calm down to hear from God.
If we are missing out on our downtime, we will also be missing out in our productivity. Just as lack of sleep leads to fatigue, lack of alone-time with God dries us out. We need God; we cannot help it. This is how we are wired.
Meet God in your pajamas and you will meet him in your business suit. If we call on him habitually, it comes more natural to us to pray when there is an emergency.
Give the Lord the time of day and you will have the time of your life.