I’m a Christian, so on Sundays, I am supposed to rest. But, in all honesty, I never do that. Why? Well, because I feel guilty when I rest, that’s why. I feel like I’m wasting my time, wasting my life, wasting my potential and my capabilities, and so I always work. Even when I’m dead tired (like right now) or sick as a dog or given an opportunity to take a break, I work, due entirely to guilt from the thought of my resting (which I see as slacking/laziness on my part) leading to me somehow failing someone in some way. I don’t know, I just can’t bring myself to do it, to rest, even on the Sabbath day.
I know, it’s awful, but I’m only human, okay. We all fall short somewhere.
But even God rested on the seventh day — which is why we observe Sunday as a day of rest in the first place — and so, plain and simple, it’s actually quite stupid of me to worry about resting.
It’s stupid believing I’m letting my life waste away by resting when even God Himself rested because, if He can rest yet still get everything (as in the creation of the whole entire world as we know it) done, then certainly my resting will not screw any of His plans up. After all, He made us in likeness of Himself, so if we weren’t supposed to rest, then He wouldn’t have rested, either.
Which means that I can take a break when I feel like it — and shouldn’t feel guilty about it.
And that’s why you aren’t seeing this post until now; I’ve taken a break in order to rest all day, just as God intended. And I will try to do this every Sunday that I can from here on out: push the guilt aside and let the comfort of knowing He has taken care of everything for us sink in. Sure, it’ll take some getting used to, but it’s definitely a nice change not letting myself worry over lolling about, as if I’m on vacation. And so I have a feeling that I’m not going to mind this transition. No, not at all!