The Lord and I have different definitions of the concept of *day of rest* because He slowed me down in a way on my set aside day of rest that as I look back, has me re-callibrating and bringing my definition of rest more in line with His.
Sometimes the Lord gets our attention in ways we don’t plan or understand.
His ways are always best.
My early morning thoughts have had me mulling over a couple frustrating *things* that happened yesterday and what better way to process them than to un-cocoon from my covers and slip quietly to the living room couch and re-wrap in my pom-pom blanket and process my thoughts as I tap the keys and try to make sense out all the events of my day of un-rest.
Sunday, May 22nd started like most Sunday’s for me:
I take an intentional break from social media and typically the Salesman and I linger longer under the cozy covers and then get up hurriedly because we’ve lounged longer, to get ready and go to Sunday School together. Then it’s out to eat while we catch up on all the news and conversation. At the table I shared the first frustrating *thing* that happened – I shared with him that I realized I’d lost a check that had come in the mail. I went back to our Informed Delivery system and confirmed that the USPS had indeed delivered it. Yes, it was the only item delivered Friday; but, what had I done with it? I mentally went back through my Friday:
Victoria Leigh and I enjoyed a 3 and 1/2 hour FaceTime.
I partied at the end of the year Fiesta with my dear friends at Hope & Thrive Academy.
I zipped home to can my homemade chicken broth and do some oil business and set out some veggie capsules for Kimberly to pick up and then headed to pick up Nan for a girls night she planned.
On my way to her house, I was pretty certain I’d grabbed the paper and the check out of the mailbox; but, what had I done with them? I remember taking my brown blanket to the movie theater and holding Nan’s kid’s pack of popcorn while she filled her cup with bubbling Sprite, and remember being happy to see that the Salesman was standing in the ticket line to join us and that we had a really good time together.
So here I am at the Sunday lunch table telling that I’d lost this check and the Salesman thinks we should just request another one; but there is something Nancy Drew in me that has already started an episode of “The Lost Check” and I decided I must find it in order to solve the mystery.
I must say, we did find the check, thanks to my Nancy Drew detective skills and the Salesman’s Hardy Boys muscle, since I was unable to do it me-self because of the second frustration…so, back to our Sunday:
This week the Salesman offers to take me to Aldi since we are so close and how could I turn down that offer? Usually after lunch, I take a nap, exercise, do my Sunday night meal prep, participate in a weekly business zoom, and then take time to catch up on some *things* that I have laid aside during my week.
As I recount my typical Sunday, it’s not really much of a day of rest…
The second *thing* that happened on my day of rest, was a little accident that resulted in me having a boo boo.
As we came down the driveway, I saw a package on the front porch and was tickled because it was steel registers for the floor vents in the Salesman’s office. The box was heavy and while the Salesman was cuing up something to watch on the big screen, I opened the box and got one register easily into place. It looked so good. I returned to the breakfast room and to unpacking the second steel register. In my excitement, and hurry, the package slipped from my hands and the 3 and 1/2 pounds of steel fell smartly on the bone of my left big toe and a deep L-shaped gnash smarted like the dickens.
I was barefoot.
I cried out loudly and the Salesman responded and steered me to soak it in cold water.
I hollered to bring helichrysum oil and the epsom salts.
I am ok.
Thanks to the good LORD, my oily community leader who always, always responds when I reach out to her 1-800 number, a doctor friend, two nurses, who laid their eyes on my injury and checked on me without going through all the normal emergency channels when an accident occurs.
I am so loved; but today, I woke with my boo-boo throbbing.
Yes, suddenly I was a child again and wanted my mama. There is just something about not feeling well that I want my mama. I’m doing all the things I’ve been instructed to do and the Salesman has been great (and hilarious) because goodness knows laughter is good medicine. I’m oiling up freely and have this time to rest and ruminate with my very clear message from the Lord about checks and balances.
Yes, the Lord has his child, me, listening to her Heavenly Father.
Oh, He’s got my attention.
I lost a check and received an injury on my toe which plays such an important role in keeping my balance:
“Our toes play an important role in our balance and movement. Approximately 75% of our bodyweight is supported by them and the balls of the feet when walking. Generally speaking, we need our toes to be able to spread wide, to provide a good, stable foundation for the rest of our body!” excerpt from Acorn Health.
I don’t know what it all means; but, I know the Lord is asking me to put in a system of CHECKS & BALANCES and slow down.
I hear You, Lord.
Thank You for speaking in ways I can see and understand.
Help me to know Your specific, and intimate, for-me plan.
How to enjoy all the fun and activites
How to rest and do what is not only good; but the very best.
