As a former elementary, special education teacher and at one point a mom of a young son (who is now a teen) I know about time out. I could always tell when a child needed a time out. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing…. most times the child just needed some time away. Time to sit in the beanbag chair and stare out the window. Time to lay down and close one’s eyes. Time to breathe. Time to rest.
Why is it always easier to tell when someone else needs a time out to rest and regroup? When it comes to myself, I am terrible about this. Sigh.
I thought when I remarried, after five years of widowhood, that it would be easier. I was going to be able to stay home, home school the children of my now blended family, do the daily household tasks and still have time to rest. Uh huh. What world was I living in? Certainly not reality.
Rest. What is that?
And yet, rest it is something that I crave. I want. I need.
If you are anything like me, you have been led to believe that resting is nonproductive. I could be accomplishing something, instead of resting. I have a mountain of laundry to get done, I need to get the dishes out of the dishwasher, my son needs help with Algebra, my daughter needs to complete her history report, the dog needs brushed, the carpet needs vacuumed, I have a blog to finish and what in the world am I fixing for dinner?!
I live in a beautiful part of the country. In 2009 my husband and I moved our family to rural Ohio. He works remotely so we could pick anywhere to live. We picked the country. My favorite place is our front porch. I love to settle down in the Adirondack chair and look down our driveway and across the road. Our neighbors have llamas and I enjoy watching them graze. The baby llamas look like huge, fluffy cotton balls. I can see deer in the field that is diagonal from our property. There is a bright red barn in the distance. The sun blazes across the horizon on that end of the house…and in the evening the sky turns shades of purple and blue. I hear the train whistle in the distance and I hear a dog’s muffled bark.
Time slows for me. I breathe deeply.
Time alone. Time with God. Time to rest in Him.
As I look down our country road this verse comes to my mind….
Join me over at The Faith Barista Jam. (Click on the link on the right side of my page) This month we are talking about rest. Don’t we all need that?
- Jeremiah 5 – 6 (eatonfamilybiblestudy.wordpress.com)
- From Rocky Mountains to Country Roads (greerhome.wordpress.com)
- Northeast Llama Rescue to take in 100 gelding llamas from the Montana Large Animal Sanctuary (timesunion.com)
- Come To Me, All You Who Are Weary and Burdened (itakeoffthemask.com)
- What Llamas Teach about Horse Training. (annablakeblog.wordpress.com)
- Local man reacts after run-in with llama on loose (charlotte.news14.com)
- Llamas 101: Llamas have their own language. (timesunion.com)