Bedrest

I’ve always been the kind of person who rarely rests. My days are filled with checklists and preliminary tasks for bigger projects to come. My husband and I host a Bible study in our home each week. We ride our Harley with the HOGs on the weekends. We cheer at our grandkid’s sports games.

But when both of us came down with massive colds last week, our schedule came crashing down. Everything was cancelled. My schedule was deleted.

Except for bedrest. My only job was to get better. When I couldn’t stand remaining in bed any longer, I sat in my favorite chair in the living room, gazing out the window as the world continued without me. After the guilt for all the things I wasn’t doing had faded, I realized something.

I could take some time away from all the activities I was connected to and nothing would break. I took a deep breath. And another one. And started to enjoy my rest.

I started writing a new book. I read books. I sat and talked with my husband, never watching the clock. My mind relaxed. My heart snuggled up to the truth that it was okay for me to take a break from life.

A week passed, and my husband and I felt better. With renewed strength, I returned to my regular schedule. Sometimes an illness is just what you need to improve your health.