She said she could see it coming, "Three days. Three days of rest followed by something... big". And I haven't stopped thinking of it since. Asking, wondering, dwelling on the meaning of rest.
God's Own brand of Rest.
Zeek and I have been talking about it during school. The seven days of creation. One of them a full day of Rest declared Holy by The Maker of the universe.
And we've talked about setting aside one of our seven days.
But where does a human find Rest?
How do we stop the train?
Isn't it to honor Him that we dig, scrub, press, kneed, organize, feed, plan and keep? And shouldn't we stop, kneel, and offer all of this. Declare it all Holy?
But where do three days come from the hands of a full time wife, mom, teacher, pet keeper, driver, chef, homemaker?
Oh, but Who does Make my home?
And Who Brings the Peace that we settle into?
And didn't He Create the entire planet? The Planet Keeper Himself.
If He can find Rest at the end of such Work... if He can find a moment to call it complete; to declare it all Holy, then why couldn't I?
He told the Israelites to collect enough manna only for the needs of their family each day. And those who tried to collect more were greeted with maggots in their surplus. But God allowed them to collect double on the sixth day in preparation of the Sabbath; the day of rest.
So, the Israelites, who were in the desert and had a very real constant need for God's provisions, not only found His favor and miracles left and right, but even they were miraculously prepared for Rest. Plan ahead, gather double, and make way for the Sabbath.
Aren't I in charge of what I do with my schedule? Couldn't I plan ahead each week? And if the task really is as insurmountable as it feels, then couldn't I allowed myself to completely rely on Him to part the waters and make His Way?