Rest Doesn’t Require a Reservation

We had a trip planned.

Then we checked the weather.

And unplanned the trip.

So now, instead of packing bags and heading out of town, we’re staying home—which can be its own kind of getaway… if  I don’t let the laundry talk me into anything, that is.

Isn’t it funny how fast “we’ll just enjoy a slower weekend” can turn into:

·       “Let’s organize the basement.”

·       “Might as well deep clean the fridge.”

·       “I’ll just peek at emails…”

And suddenly your staycation becomes a productivity marathon with (maybe …) a few snack breaks.  Even a slow morning on the porch suddenly seems like wasting time.

But here’s what I’m learning: rest doesn’t require a reservation.  It doesn’t have to mean we leave town.  Sometimes it just means we leave the to-do list alone for a while.

A glass of iced tea on the porch can be sacred.

A good book (better yet, accompanied by a good brownie!) in your favorite chair can be your recharge.

Watching an old, favorite movie for the umpteenth time (When Harry Met Sally, anyone??)

Whatever your choice, take time to savor the slowness, the joy, and the gift of a little breathing room.

So, if you’re staying close to home this weekend too, may you give yourself permission to not fill every moment, and instead, fully experience the pause.

And you may find small, ordinary ways to reset your soul.

I’ll be right there with you.

A Dash of Faith:

Even God rested. Not because He needed to—but because rest was part of the rhythm.

May we remember: it’s both His rhythm and His invitation.

“By the seventh day God had finished the work he had been doing; so on the seventh day he rested from all his work.” — Genesis 2:2