Last week was Spring Break and it was anything but restful. Of all the weeks to be pressed to work a little harder to meet deadlines, it had to be the week my kids were free from their own. Exhausted before I had finished, I packed my kids in the car and we headed to my mom’s place where WiFi doesn’t exist and acres of land spread before us. My kids ran like rabbits on sugar and I pulled a chair under the sun to soak up some light.
It was a nice beak, but not quite enough. We headed back home and I dug into work again. While preparing for my writers group, I found an old blog that showed me what I had been missing.
It wasn’t the blog itself, but the photos. This is one of our trees. Resting.
When the land has rested, it blooms again. It doesn’t run itself ragged like we do, feeling guilt from the smallest of breaks. It’s so easy to go and go until we burn out and then go some more.
Creation goes until its flame is the most beautiful. And then it rests a while.
By the time it’s ready to go again, it lacks nothing. Its even able to give shade to those who may need it.
And it becomes so renewed, it reflects the joy of others that surround it.
Pouring your best work into the world requires seasons of rest. Have a blessed week.