Forced Rest

There's one thing I really suck at - resting and relaxing (OK, that's two but they're a lot alike). I seriously have an addiction to activity, especially in the summer. We live in  Minnesota, where 8 months out of the year, being outside is barely tolerable, much less enjoyable. So, when it's a sunny day in the summer, I will make a point to be anywhere but home.

Today, my 10-year-old asked me if we could just stay home. "What?" I asked incredulously. How could we do that? There's so much stuff we could do. We could go to the little zoo about 40 miles away. We could rent paddleboats. Or hike around a local lake. We could even take in some local theater in the park. But stay home? On a sunny Saturday in the summer? Seems like sacrilege to me. But when she looked at me with her beautiful blue eyes and said "PLEASE," I shrugged and gave in.

What will I do today, I thought? Should I clean? Should I be productive? Nope, I resolved to RELAX. Yep, there I said it - RELAX. Oh, and REST. This was going to a new step in my journey here on Earth. So, what did I do today? I read. I played Wii with my girl. I read some more. I napped. I actually made dinner (this is feat for me lately). I read again. Played some half-hearted tennis with my daughter. Went swimming in our pool. And read again. Rounded it out with a movie and some homemade popcorn (none of that crappy microwave stuff on a day like today).

God tells us we should rest. Heck, God even rested on the 7th day. So, I should follow His example more often. It's very relaxing...