Yesterday was Sunday, a perfect day to rest, right? Nope, unfortunately, in Nigeria, Going to Church means spending at least four hours at Church.
I have no problem with going to Church. But more than three hours is pushing me beyond my capacity. People tend to forget that taking time to rest should also be added to the equation.
Now I believe it also depends on the type of Church. If the service has music, I can relate with and some sermons that get my attention, I can spend more than four hours and not miss a beat.
However, I am currently at a place where I need rest and rejuvenation.
We live in a world that is constantly on the move. This is especially true if you live in a bustling city like Lagos, Nairobi or New York.
I have found living in Lagos to be stressful. Just moving around and going about your business can be unsettling, with people shoving, shouting and fighting. Everyday commute can be an adventurous experience when you go by public transportation.
When weekends come around, I am wiped out, and all I want to do is sleep and rest. Yet, it does not always happen as I wish.
I know now how beautiful a gift rest is. I don’t think I will ever take it for granted again.
There is nothing like the feeling when you get enough sleep or get to go on a relaxing vacation and enjoy a slower pace and a chance to reflect and be refreshed.
a cry for help
Bone weary, I come to you, my Father. There is so much to do. Yet the hours in the day do not seem to be ever enough. Lord, I am tired. I need you. I need your strength and wisdom. But most importantly, I need the rest you promised. The calming, refreshing rest that springs forth from your presence is what I hunger and thirst for. To drink from the living waters, you promised the woman at the well. I long to lay down in comfort and bask in the twilight. Enjoying the beauty of nature and resting in your presence. Surrounded by nature Lying still, I inhale the fresh, crisp air Butterflies and birds go about their business without a care in the world. I admire the beauty all around Trying to take it all in.
The importance of rest
Rest is so important that God rested on the 7th day. He wants the same for us humans that he commanded us to keep the day holy and as a day of rest. He knew that we needed time to retreat and unwind.
Yet, I am guilty of keeping busy and failing to take time out to care for my soul and body.
I am always worrying over my future and constantly doing something. I fail to stay still, pause, reflect and recalibrate.
No wonder I am unhappy and miserable.
I feel drained with not much left to give. My body is hurting and at times it feels like I am about to fall apart.
As an introvert, being in a crowd overwhelms and drains my energy. Yet, the place I find comfort and rest is when I am indoors or outdoors alone or with a small circle of people and, most importantly, when I spend time with God.
So by failing to rest, I am failing myself and instead of renewing my strength and energy I am using it all up.
Well enough is enough. From now on I am reclaiming my time to rest.
“Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it finds its rest in thee.”― Augustine of Hippo