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Need a Rest?


I read part of a book not too long ago that talked about rhythm versus balance. In a nutshell, it said balance should not be our goal. Balance, in this person's opinion, was not even the prize we should be after, as it wasn't realistic. It talked of seasons in life where focus had to be given more towards one area rather than evenly divided, even amongst other things that were deserving of our attention. 

I hope that's right, because that is how Easter week feels. The schedule is full as we throttle forward to the big Sunday of celebration. After all, Easter egg hunts don't just plan themselves. 

And while I am in no way comparing how I am spending this week with how Jesus spent His final week, I do look forward to the rest which will come...next week. I imagine, in spite of the impending pain Jesus no doubt new was coming, there had to be a part of Him that was forging ahead, knowing victory...and rest, would soon come afterward. 

Thinking about this also makes me long for that longer rest that is coming. While I do not endeavor to unpack the theologically rich book of Hebrews in this short post, I do find the promise enticing. When the work is done, rest is coming. So work. Push yourself to do your best. But when it's done, rest assured in a job well done, the job God gave you. 

So there is a special rest still waiting for the people of God. For all who have entered into God’s rest have rested from their labors, just as God did after creating the world. Hebrews 4:9-10

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