Calling all hard-working summer school students, striving yopros, bone-weary cruise ship coordinators (moms) and the human race in general:
There’s this type of bird, (the anhingidaes), that we see all over the lake here on campus where we are staying this summer. God created it without oil in its feathers so that after the good hard work of a swim to catch food, it has to take a break and dry off. Without this habitual pause, it becomes waterlogged, unable to fly or swim.
And so it is with the human soul.
It’s mandatory to make time and space to rest and dry our wings.
We weren’t created to go too far without an arms-wide-open pause.
I’m quieting my phone and pulling out my favorite quilt and a good book. How will you rest and dry your wings this weekend?
Sabbath observance invites us to stop.
It invites us to rest.
It asks us to notice that while we rest, the world continues without our help.
It invites us to delight in the world’s beauty and abundance.
If you’d like another restful read, you might enjoy The Power to Mom When You’re Weary or Struggling With Discontent When You’re Living The Dream.