Last week I wrote about how trying to observe the Sabbath has been tougher than I expected—rest turning out to be one of the hardest things to do when your default is go-go-go. Today I'm living it again, and the lesson is sinking in deeper: rest isn't lazy; it's holy, and it's hard-won.
God didn't command it to burden us—He gave it because He knows how wired we are for motion, achievement, and that quiet fear that everything will fall apart if we stop. But He rested on the seventh day, not because He was wiped out, but to show us the pattern: work, then release. Jesus doubled down on it: "The Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath" (Mark 2:27). It's for our good, even when our flesh fights it.
So here I am, slower pace, no big agenda. Lingering in the Word without rushing, watching that one show I have been putting off, coffee and listening instead of producing. The struggle is still real—my mind wanders to to-dos, guilt creeps in—but I'm choosing to lean into the grace: it's okay if rest feels awkward at first. God's patient with me in it.
If you've ever wrestled with slowing down (or if you're in the thick of it right now), you're not alone. The invitation is still open: stop, breathe, trust He's got the wheel. The world doesn't collapse when we do.
What's one small way rest has surprised you lately—good or hard? No pressure to share today, just something to chew on when you're ready.
—Daniel