Author: A Little Faith Lift…Finding Joy Beyond Rejection
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My friend purchased a luxury car…you know, the kind that costs more for its oil change than my entire vehicle cost. She had been driving it for a few hours when a cup of coffee warning sign showed up in her dashboard lights. Alarmed, she pulled off the road to look at her manual. Apparently, this car was so smart, it alerted the driver to take periodic rests in order to prevent an accident.
God created us with a need to rest. I am married to a man who, unlike me, has no trouble with that four-letter word, “rest.” If we are leaving the house in ten minutes, he will say, “Patty, I’m going to take a short nap. Please wake me in five minutes.” And within thirty seconds, his snoring symphony begins. Me, on the other hand? It takes me ten minutes to fluff my pillow and adjust my comforter, figure which side I want to lie on, and try to cease my brain’s frantic activity.
Besides, there are always things to do in those ten minutes: fold the clothes, dry the dishes, make a quick phone call, straighten up my desk, paint a chipped toenail, floss my teeth. I mean, being busy means I’m being productive, right? Not according to scripture. Psalm 23:2 tells me that God leads me beside quiet waters. Dave understands quiet waters. I understand living in a barrel in the middle of Niagara Falls. The psalmist writes his words from the perspective of a shepherd tending his flock of sheep.
A good shepherd recognizes that sheep, as dumb as they are, are not at ease around rushing water. It’s as if God created them to innately know that the weight of their wool—when wet—will drown them. The shepherd must lead his sheep beside still waters, to a place of rest. All the sheep must do is follow.
Author Mary Southerland once blogged about her experience learning the meaning of the word “rest.” She wrote that she began taking piano lessons at the age of five from an elderly, sweet lady, Mrs. McKenzie. “Her hair was slightly blue, her house smelled like lemon drops, and she had clocks that chimed and rang every fifteen minutes. I was so excited and so ready to play the piano like my sister who played for our church worship services…”
When Mary climbed atop the piano bench, she was disappointed when her teacher invited her to open the first page. There were only little, black pictures. “Where are the songs?” Mary asked. For what seemed like hours, Mrs. McKenzie pointed to funny-shaped black symbols, naming them and explaining their meaning.
One was called “a rest.” Mary was frustrated. “Do you know why rests are so important in music?” her teacher persisted. “The music that comes after the rest is the most beautiful music of all.” Rest is a powerful part of our life song. Sometimes, it is the most productive thing we can do for our soul. Just as the rest in music prepares the listener for what comes next, time spent in rest is an invaluable opportunity for preparation and restoration. Yet, we often buy the enemy’s lie that to rest is a waste.
Warren Wiersbe once said, “The ability to calm your soul and wait before God is one of the most difficult things in the Christian life. Our old nature is restless…the world around us is frantically in a hurry. But a restless heart usually leads to a reckless life.” As we enter the Christmas season, we will be tested to live at a frantic pace. We will need to choose: reckless or restful.