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Monday Musings~Taking a Time Out

I am not one to rest. I like to overexert myself to the point of exhaustion. I always carry too much in my hands, rush to get things done, work too hard, etc, etc. It's just my personality. Many times I don't know when or how to stop. Well, I have been stopped dead in my tracks forced to rest taking all my "control" away. I have to rest. If I don't, my body won't heal and I can do further damage to this little angel. Sometimes, though, I will sneak in a little "non-resting" activity.

God knows me too well, however! He knows that I need a swift kick sometimes...most of the time. So, in order to force me to rest He has made me quite nauseous and extremely tired this pregnancy. I mean, I can wake up in the morning and go back to bed an hour later tired! My pregnancy with Jackson was a breeze! I joked that I would have a litter because I loved my pregnancy and delivery so much! Now I'm not so sure about that litter. I can look back, though, and see that for that season of my life I needed an "easy" pregnancy. I had a tough class and had just moved from teaching kindergarten to sixth grade. This time around I have time to rest and need to take care of my body and this new baby.

With that being said, I have learned a valuable lesson. Isn't it like God to always be teaching us something:) Rest is a good thing. He even commands it. God even rested. "For in the sixth day the Lord made the heavens and the earth, the sea, and all that is in them, but He rested on the seventh day. Therefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath day and made it holy." Exodus 20:11 I have found that in my time of rest I found Him; see Him more clearly. Because I stop doing all the mundane day-to-day things for a little while, I get to read a little more about Him or pray a little longer. Rest has not been easy for me and it's only been a little over a week. However, I have learned to appreciate and enjoy my rest knowing that one day when I am old and gray I will be thankful that I rested and did not let life rush me by.

"Be still and know that I am God..." Psalm 46:10

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